Dear Aditi,
I wrote a blog post last year on your birthday. I'm doing the same again. I'll assume you have already read the card I gave you before reading this. If not, probably open it.
Now that you are disappointed and maybe confused. I tried to write something emotional and moving. But I'm not Namjoon. I tried to write anything, but then I found myself ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°), a lot.
I have come to the conclusion that you are the problem. You are so important to me that my very badly written words will never be enough. Nevertheless, I'll try my best.
Last year I wrote that you are reason we all haven't drifted apart. And although we did kinda drift apart this year, you are still the common link between all of us.
It saddens me how far we've drifted apart, and a lot of it I feel like is my fault. I'm sorry. I should talk more often. But you've managed to keep connected, idk how. But well done. You Da best.
Speaking of, you really are the best. Like oh my god you mean so much to me. Like you are my best friend and the one I would dedicated the masterpiece song, Spring Day to you.
Aditi Spicy Piri Chicken Nuggets Shymal Majumdar Topper, I love you. I love you so much. I wish I was better with words, or like being witty but I don't think I have the capacity to do that. With you or being drunk. Oh yeah, I'm drunk. I didn't mean to be drunk by the way. Oops.
It's okay, this year has been pretty darn lit for you. For one you became an alcoholic, that's character development. And you grew up to be like a human I adore and envy all at the same time. That is a compliment, I swear.
Basically you have become this person who is quite incredible. You are growing into a fine young woman keke. I don't mean to sound like a mom, but I can't help it. You're a good one.
Happy Birthday! You aren't that old chill. If you aren't old enough to be a CEO, you aren't that old. Even if you act like an old man mostly of the time, you are also a smol child. Reminds me of someone I know.
Love.
Upa.
No comments:
Post a Comment