"I turn twenty and i wish that i can find someone i can share my stories with."
"Peaceful and quiet 21st. I like it subtle."
And now I'm 22. It's still as peaceful and quiet - and yes I'm still wishing that I can find someone I can share my stories with. Nothing awesome, yet. Writing on my birthday never fails to give me a rough indication of how much Ive changed since then. So tonight, I shall write to the 23 year old me who'll most probably be reading this in a year's time.
Turning 22 feels like the day we turned 21. And 20. Birthdays are still like any other ordinary days. This time around though, when I read wishes after wishes of Happy Birthday, I just cant help but be happy about it. A year older would probably mean a step closer to her. But for some reason, Ive this weird feeling that you'll be typing the exact same thing on 2 October 2010. We shall see how long you'll stay the shy quiet extremely optimistic idealistic dreamer guy that you are now.
Hope things go well from now till then. If it doesnt, there's always next year and the year after. (: