I teared up.
I teared up.

Dear Percy,

I know that you will never be able to read, see or hear about this message, but my mind just will not accept that my hero will never be able to see or hear about me. Trust me, when I say that we have met in my head and in my dreams.

I cannot help but loving your style, your sense of humor, your wind blown dark hair and your mischievous smile that makes me blush inspire of myself. I think I have fallen in love with you despite the fact that you have not met me.

Please stay the same and never ever change, even after Tartarus.

I know you will survive this terrible battle and emerge victorious, I know you will kick Gaea’s ass, Percy Jackson.

Happy twenty-third birthday(or seventeenth) Percy!!