It’s been past an hour since your birthday started, and I just sat here, thinking, what could’ve been I write for you? I’ve known you for years, but to think about you this much just happened recently. Now I’m contemplating whether I’d rather be loving you from the start or earlier; both are better in their own way. I’m glad to be one of a million people who love you.
Twenty-three years you exist in this mere world. Somehow you’re just living your life, but look, you’ve become one of the reasons why people still have the will to continue their breath; you’ve become one of the reasons why people smile in between their tears; you’ve become one of the reasons why they’re happy.
Maybe it’s because of the way your eyes turn into crescents whenever you smile; maybe it’s because your lips turn into a pout whenever your friends don’t hold your hand; maybe it’s because the way you jump excitedly during your performance; maybe it’s because of your simple yet relatable experiences; maybe it’s because of your existence.
Today could’ve been a big day for those who love you, to celebrate the day when you were evicted from your mom’s womb. Ah, and please, I want to thank her and also your dad for being such amazing parents, because they raised a gentleman like you.
On so many thoughts about you, I will never make me forget the way you had to take the MRT by yourself so that you could be in a place where you are right now. You were just 14 back then, but you were so determined, and so you are now. You’re everyone’s pride, and I’m proud of you.
I think it’s crazy the way love could make everything ordinary turn into something so extraordinary that I wish I could experience it every day. Without even me knowing, you’ve already become a part of my day. If it’s not with you, I won’t be giggling like the maniac I am when seeing a grown man eating a lemon, doing ASMR with a green hoodie looking so cute like a puppy (you). I have said it so many times; I don’t think people will understand. You’re an exception that I wholeheartedly embrace.
I am fully aware that I’m just one in a million, and you, without people’s perspective or theory, already became the sun in someone’s orbit. I surround you with others, chasing the warmth you gave. Even people would tell their descendants proudly, saying they lived in the same generation as you. One day I grow old; I’ll be telling them one of the warmest springs to ever exist: “he was born on April 23rd.”
You’re right. You’re my spring and my summer; even though the festival is over, I still remember it like the fireworks we saw that day, and loving you was more enlivening than the fireworks in the sky.
Happy 23rd, my pride, my love, my (almost) everything. Even Oxford Dictionary won’t find any suitable word to describe your amazing being. If I could be in love with you forever, I would be. I hope this feeling won’t turn into something that could lead you to misery.
I love you the way you smile whenever someone pats your head.
I love you the way you chose to take off your cat and samoyed phone case to appear more cool in everyone’s eyes.
I love you the way you’re just like every introverted person out there.
I love you the way you make any weird cute noises.
I love you the way you send messages and use a jumping cat sticker.
I love you the way you caption every single post on your Instagram only with emojis.
I love you the way you happily do the TikTok challenge in online fan-signing events.
I love you the way you tease us with your sudden increased voice.
I love you the way you flirt after being such an anti-romantic.
I love you the way you would jump after doing something cute, but you don’t realize you were being cute all the time.
I love you the way you pose for magazines.
I love you the way you being a baby girl every when.
I love you the way you declared yourself as the King of Dog.
I love you the way you can’t help but be confused whether you’re a human or dog because everyone around you starts to treat you as the samoyed of the group.
I love you the way you did acrobatics on stage.
I love you the way you were so passionate about something.
I love you the way you’re so kind-hearted to every living being in your surrounding.
I love you and your phone cases.
I love you and your watch collection.
I love you and your baby girl behavior.
I love you and your selcas.
I love you and your cats.
I love you and your name.
I love you and your smile.
I love you.
I love you, Jeno.
In between your ups and downs, I wish you will always have the person you can trust, your personal speed-dial. Loneliness is something I won’t let be close to you even just an inch. May there will always be someone to celebrate whenever you just won such glee. May there will always be someone to embrace whenever you’re not feeling steady.
Please live a long life, my angel who doesn’t know anger.
