Three years ago, there would have been a Facebook wall post saying "Happy Birthday!"
PS: I went back and checked. Oops. Let's start again.
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Three years ago, there was not even a Facebook wall post saying "Happy Birthday!"
Three years (or two and a half, if you want to be precise) seems a long time ago. The words remain the same, but meaning is deeper, richer, like good extra dark chocolate. More complex, like a bottle of mature Malbec. Sweet, like those pancakes.
Happy Birthday, Bestie.
I have no clue if its going to be all smooth sailing ahead (probably not), but I promise to share my lifeboat with you when choppy waters hit.
And then, we will go get drunk, dance, make merry and be gay.
PS: I went back and checked. Oops. Let's start again.
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Three years ago, there was not even a Facebook wall post saying "Happy Birthday!"
Three years (or two and a half, if you want to be precise) seems a long time ago. The words remain the same, but meaning is deeper, richer, like good extra dark chocolate. More complex, like a bottle of mature Malbec. Sweet, like those pancakes.
Happy Birthday, Bestie.
I have no clue if its going to be all smooth sailing ahead (probably not), but I promise to share my lifeboat with you when choppy waters hit.
And then, we will go get drunk, dance, make merry and be gay.
"You know you are mad and I still love you. I hate to love you"
~ Bestie.
LOVE IT!!
ReplyDeleteI think I'm gonna get a bit J of the above mentioned friend! Mostly because I think I can understand the topmost layer of your crazy, awesome, care, share, love-hate rapport heh
ReplyDeleteCheers to you and your bestie, we hope you'll be sharing lots more memories even though you both possess the capability of breaking each others heads!
Richi :D
Dillu would have written earlier but 'accidentally' life had other plans and before you ask I'm feeling much better than before, finally I can remember what I said and did the day before proof of which is, in-waiting, in your inbox right now! :D
ReplyDeleteThe bestie keeps popping up here, doesn't he? Oh well. Whatever sells ;)
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