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YOUR BIRTHDAY.

HAPPY BIRTHDAYYY, BABYYYY ðŸ’–.

Well, as this website was supposed to be shown to you, before this very day would've been unfolded, so this page wasn't supposed to exist. I'm writing this on 21st December 2025, 11:53 PM. The day's almost about to end. My Kshema is officially 15 years old now. I think it'd be safe to say that I won't go to jail anymore. And I must say, today was quite interesting and astonishing. THIS PAGE IS NOT ABOUT THE DAY BTW. It's about a realization of mine, that how much your ABSENCE bothers me. HOW MUCH I CAN REALLY MISS YOU ON A DAY YOU'RE NOT HERE. IT FELT LIKE HELL, IT FELT MORE AWFUL THAN ANYTHING HAS EVER BEEN. I've been in love before, I have missed someone before, but never, ever quite like this.

I MISSED YOU.VERY FUCKING MUCH.


I don't if you have ever felt that feeling, might have or might have not, you give yourself so much to someone, that their presence starts to become an obsession, your conversations get addictive and their absence feels like you're going to rehab with weed in your pocket. It gets to you, it gets you very fucking much. So much happened in my day, today. And all of it, directly or indirectly, was surrounded by your thoughts. The songs I listened, reminded me of ya, the film I watched...I wanted to watch with you. It was like, something is MISSING. I didn't know what was it, or where it could have gone. Infact, I didn't realize what I was feeling until you came back online again...and that feeling of emptiness, that shallow hole was filled again. And then, it struck me. It was YOU, sweetheart. You were missing. I love films. I fucking love love love them. But, at that point, Even a thousand films couldn't have filled the hole you left behind. I would've left anything, everything, at that point, jus to make you, come back to me again. Anything, love. Anything. Nothing, in the galaxy, till far far away, is something so precious to me

as you fucking are. Mwah. And you both

look so adorable in this.