I'm not sure if you are going to 32 or 33, but it doesn't matter at all: what it matters is that you are glad. Good. Healthy. Fine. Working on and hard. You are a fire my respectable friend. My despise and my reason of life.
Well, congratulations, I wish you all the best and more because you deserve. You made me happy for the rest of my life and your memory gives me strength to keep on fighting.
Today is a special day for you and for me. I'm not sure if you are celebrating your birthday on the day 23, 24 or 25, not sure about South Korea.
But I know that you were born in Brazil on January 24th.
Every minute and year that passes I'm more confident that you won't talk to me by any means. You are probably not even reading this content for a long time.
But those who hate me are eagerly reading it. It's a shame because they envy what I feel about you. They will never get out so complicated relationship: a past relation of love and a current relation of despise.
You might call me selfish, for I am, in fact a selfish one. But I think that the main reason to not talk to me all of those years is because you don't wanna take any chances.
So it's better to eliminate the threat. Kill it in cold blood and bury it into the ground and bosom of our heart. Deep into our minds and souls.
This is about me. A selfish person that cannot allow oneself to forget and alleviate this malady.
Wish you are good. I godamn really wish it.
Hugs. See you in my dreams.
