I have two kinda friends;
1. Who live in my city or near my city (max 2-4 hours away). We text whole day. Talk every night. Meet every weekend or we meet at least once in two weeks.
2. Who live in a different continent with huge timezone gap. We text here & there. We talk every weekend. We meet once or twice in a year.
I never entertained anything below these two.
That’s the reason most of my friends are my friends since past 1600 years.
It’s hard to entertain new people, because people are hella inconsistent with their approach.
And consistency is a quality very few people pack in their soul, which soothes our soul in return.
Consistent communication is the backbone of every equation.
Thanks to everyone who wished me “HAPPY BIRTHDAY”,
who sent a big box of sneakers or a tiny little gift with a card,
who knocked my door at 12am,
who threw cake on my face,
who hugged me from behind,
who squeezed me,
who slapped my ass,
who kissed my cheeks purposefully,
who kissed my lips accidentally,
who snatched my phone,
who made a mess in my living room,
who had pizza at 1am with me,
who put redwine on my white couch,
who went on a late night drive with me,
who gave me a head massage & back massage in front of 17 friends,
who said “we are friends forever”,
who told me “TAPPIE YOU ARE WHOLE MINE THIS LIFE OR NEXT”.
At the end i must say, I don’t give a shit about birthdays.
I am not a 3yr old kid who’s dying for gifts & people around.
The more i am moving closer towards my 30, the more i am missing my high school, engineering college or MBA days, sometimes i also think about getting married & pumping 90-95 babies inside my future wifey. Kids are angelic to my eyes, not a secret.
I love you all because i love the vibe.
You all make me a better me.
Your wishes help me move forward stronger.
Your midnight calls make me see a new world.
Your energy makes me feel energetic.
All of you are adored.
Many call me TAP, some say TAPPIE, BESTIE DEMI says RUDEY coz my resting bitch face is hella rude, 3 say DADDY for fun, and everything is accepted that comes with a smile.
Still feeling like a 16.
Feeling like nothing much has changed in me, the same naughty sporty happy happening beefcake i used to be.
Birthdays aren’t that important, friends showing up to surprise you at 12am is important.
These feelings are irreplaceable.
I owe you all whole of me.
(If anyone noticed bit too much of sass in my snapchat stories, JUST SWALLOW IT.)🤪
LOVE OUTTA LOVE..❤️