You remember on your 20th birthday I took you to a karate class because you were begging to go to one.

You were so bad at it but I would never tell you that I was too busy giving you compliments. You looked so beautiful in the white outfit. You were the true definition of a dork that day. You had your glasses on because you were being stupid in the bathroom and lost your contacts like an dumba**.

You were so sweaty thinking you were the King of Karate which is ironic because that your last name. It was all cool till you broke your hand trying to break some wood with your hand. We rushed to the doctors waiting for hours as they wrapped your hand. I felt so bad for ruining your birthday. You told me that I didn't it was amazing you said. We got home by midnight we stayed up and cuddled. That was day you told me you loved me. While your were sleeping that night I was crying because silently because I love you to.

This was not a dream but I wish it was because I never wanted to hurt you like I did that day.