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AF21
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"Tomorrow was my birthday" was the only thought circling in my brain while I laid in my bedroom staring at my white and very underwhelming ceiling. And that thought wasn't being repeated in the happy giddy context of the sentence. It was mostly repeated in a void, bland, grumpy voice that just wanted to pack up and move to Alaska just to avoid tomorrow.
Ah yes weird you might think, how does a 20 year old person hate their birthday. It's a time to celebrate and hang out with friends and loved ones.
Well my grumpy inner voice and self just wants to crawl up in a hole and die. I was truly never a fan of birthdays. They are not particularly special, everyone has one and there are literally hundreds and thousands of birthdays in a daily basis. Ah yes, what a special little unicorn is a birthday person. It is quite literally the least impressive thing you can do in your life and yet we celebrate it as if it's such an accomplishment. I hate birthdays - they are just filled with generalized wishes, over the top niceness and awkward posts on social media. My anxiety is skyrocketing just thinking about that.
The clock ticks to 10 pm as I keep on dwelling on sad and depressing thoughts. This birthday was going to be particularly difficult with Nick far away from me. You see Nick was my best friend back in high school and we were practically inseparable. However going off to college was difficult to keep in touch. And yes we talked, texted, had about 4 different conversations going on at the same time on WhatsApp, Snapchat, Instagram and via text and still remained on each-others life. However talking and being physically there are two very different things and that is destined to drive you apart.
The separation will never be immediate of course. You will start by forgetting to reply, by forgetting to ask them what's wrong, by missing calls until eventually your interactions start with the very heartbreaking "Hey stranger". And when that happens, your heart just breaks for your friendship.
But he never forgot to write to me on 12 o'clock sharp on my birthday. I was waiting for him, waiting for his cute long texts that make my birthday a little less pathetic. His congratulations were light years away from the ever general "Happy birthday, hope you have a good one." They were in themselves stories, poetries and stand up comedy all rolled into one. I truly adored and appreciated them.
The clock ticks to 11. My thoughts fly to the day we got our acceptance letters. He was so happy, he was accepted into an institute in England. His beautiful green eyes shined with light and excitement, his face a handsome picture of happiness. And I was happy for him, I truly was happy and proud of him. However my heart was big enough to also break apart at this new piece of information. He would leave for 4 years and maybe never come back... Why would he come back? He had nothing special waiting for him here, his parents moved and his family lives all over. That's the first time I felt like I lost him - like I lost my soulmate.
I know it is crazy to consider someone a soulmate, especially when that someone has never really felt the same for you and you've never told them how you feel. But that notion starts to lose the craziness when you have grown up with them, when you know them better than you do yourself and when you were truly the definition of "two peas on a pod". It's less crazy when he stayed by my side at the hospital for three night when I broke my arm and looked after me for months after. When we communicate with just a look or just a nudge. When we stood up for each other no matter what. He was and maybe still is my soulmate and that fact isn't diminished by the nature of the sentiment, may that be friendly or romantic.
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