twenty one

twenty one sounds suspiciously adult and I reject the accusation. #

21.

Excuse me?

I was nineteen approximately ten minutes ago.

Birthday messages everywhere today. Hikari, Erick, Mark, Alexielle, Edo being predictably stupid, Dad calling from Genova, Mom, people at work, even one regular customer who somehow remembered after I mentioned my birthday once weeks ago. That one actually touched me because there’s something lovely about discovering you exist in somebody else’s memory when you weren’t expecting to.

I bought myself perfume for my birthday. Yes, myself. I completely support this tradition and intend to continue it. It’s lighter than Angel, very summer, and has almost no memories attached to it yet. That’s what I like. Angel arrives carrying half my life already. This one is blank. I get to decide what it becomes.

Yuri gave me something beautiful.

Not telling.

Some things remain offline.

Twenty one. Still absurd.

Remember me, Eclipse.