Omo, I hope you managed to get to this part. I wrote this letter myself, for you.
Happy birthday, amarachiii.
Twenty. I wish I could be there to see your face today, but I hope this reaches you with some of the care I put into it. You mean a lot to me, Amarachi. I know things haven’t always been easy, and I hope today gives you a moment to breathe, feel loved, and remember that there are people who are really glad you’re here. I’m one of them.
I’m glad we met. From that introduction through Pelumi to the calls, voice notes and your very questionable camera faces, you’ve given me plenty to smile about. That bread, Bama and Milo combination is still unforgivable, by the way.
I’m proud of what you’ve done since then. Moving to Russia, learning the language and working towards medicine is a lot to take on. I hope this year brings good news and a few days where things feel easier.
You already know I have a soft spot for you. I’ll leave it at that today. Mostly, I just wanted to make something that would make you smile.
Enjoy your birthday, Victory. Eat well, take the pictures, answer the nice messages whenever you feel like it. I’m glad I get to be one of the people celebrating you.
you found it… I still get lost in your eyes.