I remember the day before you left to New Zealand when we were 12.
I had gone over to your place,
We were getting our nails done.
By you.
I never liked getting my nails painted.
But for you, I gladly obliged
.
It was a turquoise blue.
After you were done,
I remember promising myself that I'd never wash it off.
Never.
At 12,
Goodbyes were something a little difficult to understand.
I had already spent my entire life with you.
You were a part of my daily routine.
No.
You were a part of me.
But I knew,
Somewhere deep down.
That no matter how far you were going...
I'd never leave you.
8 years down the road,
You're turning 20.
We have been through a lot.
We have been apart a lot too.
But I'd like you to know,
I'll paint my nails turquoise for you.
And I'll make the same promise.
I'll never leave you.
Happy Birthday buddy.
I loved you since the day I took your colour pencils.
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