Happy 23rd birthday, my Deer.

I figured I could have bought you something normal, but making you a mildly dysfunctional piece of software seemed considerably more appropriate.

It's been a strange year.

From finding each other on Valentine's Day, to losing each other, to somehow finding each other again...

Ghost.exe became flesh again.

I don't know exactly what the future looks like. There's Norway, jobs, higher education, immigration, visas, distance, and approximately seventeen thousand logistical problems.

But you're trying. And I'm trying too.

And somewhere between anime, spiders, clouds, my, scientific ramblings, terrible jokes, and you immediately researching every completely unnecessary question I mention...

I think we've built something pretty special.

So here's to 23.

And hopefully to the year when approximately 9,000 kilometres stops being between us.

Deal?

Selamat hari lahir, Deer ♡ (. . . I hope I translated this properly . . .)

♪ LET ME HEAR

Associated entities: Aus + Mad Scientist + one extremely specific song + an unreasonable amount of feelings.

You know why this one is here.