It's not the day, the gifts or the alcohol you drink. But birthdays are special because they come at a time when you really need an ego boost. On your birthday, the really really special people do the really really special things that make you feel the happiest person on earth, just because you were born that day, a few years back. People actually bother to stop at shop(S) to buy you a card that suites your character/istics, they bother to pass it round and sign it, they bother to meet with you and do lovely sweet things like buying you a secret drink and doing an awesome toast to your health. They leave your birthday card on your pillow, and ask you if you are drunk when you go to them and kiss them on the cheek in the middle of the night to thank them. And they don't open their eyes, they just smile, and you can see that smile even in the darkness, because its warm. And they kiss you goodnight in just that tiny whiny little bit warmer way after giving up a day's work just to spend some more hours with you, even if its doing nothing. They also make you a special home-made card after wracking their brains and the internet for a decent idea, and they bake you a small cake by mistake, and feel really horrible about it.
Thankyou all for it. For the special little efforts which make me a stronger person. Thank you for your support, love and advice. For your sincerity and bluntness. The wellness I feel is undescribable. It is the pleasure of knowing that yes, I am alone, breaking through life.. but I have all you people egging me on and believing in everything I do.
And even if its only 2.15am on my birthday, it has been the sweetest, most amazing birthdays of all.
Thanks.
