When I was a kid, I waited by my phone waiting for that one person to wish me a happy birthday. The other people were cool too, yeah thanks. Though only one really mattered.
Today, I turn 23, and I’m not waiting for one person. That’s so freeing. I previously gave myself permission to be happy when one person sent me a small text with two words. How sad.
It only took me 23 years! Hurray hurray!