I dedicate this post on my birthday to my friends and family, those of them who choose to stick around and help me be myself!
My bff has been managing to come over to my house for a birthday surprise for past 7 years despite her exhausting job routine.
Every year my parents and sibling sneak out of the house to come back with flowers and gifts.
These little thoughts behind big gestures define me and my definition of love.
My bff and I made ourselves cosy in bed, kept food all around us and watched a movie. It was one of my favourite birthdays ever. The movie ended up with the thoughts: To be in love is to be yourself. I love you because when I’m with you, I’m more myself than I’m with anybody else.
When we grow up in such love, we become enthusiasts to reflect the same love from the people of the world. We dedicate a major chunk of our lives to this quest. The journey of growing up for me has partly been returning to my roots. I’ve settled down with my anchors, my folks who let me be me and hold me to myself.
I’ll always love you. I don’t think I can be more me with anybody but when I’m with you guys.