Upholding a tradition for when any of my friends' birthdays roll around, I talked to Keryna a lot yesterday and then looked at any old blog posts I could find that pertained to her. I reflected on the gift she is and what she's taught me and what she means to me.
I "met" Keryna through Mila, back in the days when I knew her as "K". Good times. I remember she pretended to be superior and I asked her to describe herself, to which she replied "smart, beautiful, rich and popular." (fyi, she was totally kidding but I didn't know)
And I reacted appropriately. Like, maybe I thought about blocking her.
And I DMed Mila and I was like "Dude, I don't like her. She has too much perfection."
I kind of like that memory because it represents me then--I didn't know anything about her. I didn't know that she was extremely sweet and sensitive and wise, I didn't know that she would be there for me constantly, and I sure as hell didn't know that "has too much perfection" would be one of the least defining predicates following the subject of Keryna's name.
Months later:
Keryna has...
this crazy amazing way of thinking that's so in-touch with who she is and what her opinions are, that it'll blow your mind.
Keryna has...
the funniest imitation of accents that leaves me in side-splitting laughter.
Keryna has...
A determined attitude that has her tearing her way through everything, and it'll no doubt take her far in life.
Keryna has...
a special way of knowing when anyone needs love, and she won't hold back from offering a cute snapchat or comforting words.
Keryna has...
the best jokes, occasionally concerning sarcasm that leaves me exploring the option of blocking her, amazing taste, unrestricted wisdom, and she's one of the most beautiful people I've ever come into contact with.
And I suppose I should tell you that Keryna has a lot of perfection.
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Although she doesn't want to make a huge deal about her birthday, I do, because this is no different than any of my other friends' birthdays. It's a celebration of life. Every day--no matter who our friends are or how many miles of earth separate us, is a day to celebrate life. That's what makes us all the same.
My personal notes to Kery are written in pen and sealed in an envelope in a package I sent to Singapore, but the blog invites the eyes of people from many different walks of life, some who have twitter and some who don't. Some who share mutuals and some who don't. But we all have something in common. We love and we want to be loved, and sometimes, if we feel inclined... we write about it.
So...
Happy birthday, Keryna.
In the past half year that we've known each other, you've given me invaluable happiness. You are funny, free-spirited, kind, wise, beautiful, etc etc. The way your heart and mind work together to take in this world, and yet still give back, is quite extraordinary to behold. You are an angel and nothing in the world can compare to the beauty you've turned out to be in these months. I love everything about you, from your wisdom and sensibility, to your rages of anger and uncontrollable I-can't-believe-I'm-going-to-see-Taylor-live moments.
Happy birthday, beautiful girl. I love you without restraints. I love you so much.
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