Well, it's that time again. Another year of life has passed and you've just turned 76 years old. How do you feel? Do you look back on your life each year on your birthday?
Can you look back to 1965 when we met? To spring1966 when I had to leave Bahrain because I would graduate that June from high school in the U.S. and you had to return to the U.K. for your next school term there?
Do you remember that you and I had to take separate flights out of Bahrain to London because your late father, may he rest in peace, had found out we were madly in love and it was an unwelcome complication for the Al Khalifa regime? Do you remember how we'd settled into a deeper relationship while staying at the Dorchester? Do you remember how Uncle Shaikh Khalifa arrived to lay down the law, to force me to return to the U.S. earlier than we'd planned?
Every year on your birthday, when I write to you, I look back on our history over many years. No matter how I feel about what you've become, my memories from those days still bind me to you. I wasn't just a passing fling, no matter the efforts of some in your family to downgrade me and the words you slung at me in our last meeting. We loved each other. We were lovers. Every time we met again over the years renewed love, even the last time when you said that you didn't have time to fall in love with me again.
There's a quote which I believe. It is better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all. This year, which is my 77th, I remember that you are the only man who ever truly loved me. I wish you a very happy birthday.
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