Happy Birthday to you, @ashthesilly1

I keep thinking about how strange it is, in the softest way possible, that we can be 14 hours apart and still somehow feel like we’re sitting in the same room of time. As the world stretches between us, but it never quite manages to break the thread.

I’m really glad you exist in my life. Not in a loud, dramatic way. Just... in that quiet, constant way that sneaks into everything. The kind of presence that turns ordinary conversations into something I end up replaying later like they’re small keepsakes.

And I remember the little things more than I probably should. Like when you tried to say “Pepsi”, and it came out as “Pepis,” and suddenly it felt like the drink had a whole new personality. Or when “Bye twin” somehow turned into “Baby twin,” like the universe briefly misfired and made it sound softer than it was meant to be. Or “Silly” becoming “sill7,” like even your keyboard was trying to get in on the joke.

Those tiny slips shouldn’t matter, but they do. They sit in my memory like glitter caught in fabric, refusing to fall out.

I know you said the countdown isn’t important, but it still feels important to me. Not because birthdays need to be big or cinematic, but because you are. Because marking the day you exist feels like something the world should pause for, even briefly.

I hope today treats you gently in ways you notice, and kindly in ways you don’t have to think about. I hope it feels warm where it needs warmth, loud where you want noise, and quiet where you need peace. And I hope the year ahead doesn’t just pass you by, but actually walks beside you a little.

Also, I’m still mentally wrapping this in your favourite colour, midnight purple, like it’s folded into every sentence and tucked into every pause.

Happy birthday again. I’m really, really glad I get to know you from anywhere at all.