Today is February 19, 2013 (well, here, it is, anyway).

I don't know if this day has any specific meaning to you, but it does to me.

Sixteen years ago, on this day, my dearest (spaz buddy/sobs murderer/ word coherency manipulator) Jullien was born.

I haven't ever met her, but I can tell you now that I love this girl.

It shows how amazing it is, how she's managed to unintentionally creep her way into my heart with a bunch of letters that she never actually physically touched, yet still managed to place her mark on them.

Lien is my favourite author (as I so ungraciously announce to anyone who cares to listen), a wonderful person, and someone who excels in the unofficial profession of resurrecting long lost hearts (mine doesn't count, bc my heart doesn't exist).

She is like insanely beautiful, and I swear to God that I will someday see her face for myself (that sounds kinda creepy, but bear with me, I'm trying to be somewhat Nicholas Sparks-ish here).

I remember the first time I read her writing, and to be honest, it was almost an accident (my best friend recommended one of her oneshots, and that was the start of my descent into insanity and frequent feels-puke). I think it goes without saying that I am a firm believer in the power of accidents now.

If you've never felt the tug on your eyelids as they try to force themselves to stay open at 1 in the morning, reading a story someone else wrote, I'm telling you now that Lien will make you feel that. She can take you on adventures (no, really), stomp on your heart or make you smile like a hideous maniac.

Simply put, Jullien is like wine next to water, and I'm a hopeless alcholic.

And now, to Lien,

Happy, happy birthday! I hope the thousands (presumably?) of miles between us doesn't change the fact that I'm sending you all my love, feels and well wishes. I hope life treats you well. I hope your cheeks ache because you can't stop smiling, and that your feet start hurting because you're chasing after your dreams. I love you. Thank you for the strings of words that for all the world might as well be bullets.

Here's to the sixteen years you've lived so far, and to the many more years you'll live. I hope you don't forget me even after you stop writing, because I won't forget you.

Sobs. I'm sorry for being so cheesy, but I felt that something as important as your birthday warranted something like this. I don't know, maybe I'm delusional, or maybe I know that all I can give you right now are words and invisible streams of love/adoration that fly across the ocean with invisible wings.

I actually wrote something that made sense for once (are you proud, Lien?).

Once again, Happy Birthday, Lien! ^^ You must be the sweetest sixteenian out (notice that you are no longer a 'sixteen year old' but a 'sixteenian'). I love you.

Also, notice that there are sixteen spaces between the lines of this whole birthday greeting slash cheesy letter (see how cool i am). Oh, and then there's this (x). Love, from Elle.