Asghar Abbas's Blog - Posts Tagged "finality"
Smoked Joy
18th February 2025
Kelowna BC, Tims, 5:50 pm
22 Feb 25
(Birthday Note. For actual BD day)
Another February, another birthday month without each other being there on our day. This is the second birthday we are celebrating without one another. How did we go from doing all the birthdays to this, doing them so separately? When did this happen? Yet this is better than last year. At least we are ourselves now. Here. But where is here now? I wish I were there with you right now, or you were here with me right now, or we were home. Where is home, though? Who is home anymore?
I know I have said this before, I have told you this many times, but I'll reiterate it here as well. You are in a beautiful place, I'm in a beautiful place, and those who are indigenous to these places will not be able to relate to what it's like to come from an old country such as ours. However, you have your beauty, I have mine, but what I have with you, especially the version of it in Karachi, will always be so much more beautiful than all of this.
I'll forever cherish the time we spent in a little white boat, adrift, sailing, we sailed and we found ourselves by finding each other. And I promise you this. No more, no more of this separation, no more of this. When we are together again in one place, we will be. If you let me, we'll always celebrate birthdays with one another again. You'll always be my favorite person who made me feel a little less afraid of the world. You will always always be that girl for whom I'd take off my blue winter jacket.
And I want to tell you, I just want you to know this, wherever we are, whoever we are, whoever we are with, February will always be your month alone and only yours, and whenever it's February, no matter where we are, we are seeing each other, and I'll bring the cupcake. Always.
I know all the words; I have every word. Yet I don't have enough words to thank you for everything you have done for me properly. I don't have enough words when it comes to you. But thank you, my forever friend.
-Abbas.
Ps. Happy birthday!
Pss. I love you.
Kelowna BC, Tims, 5:50 pm
22 Feb 25
(Birthday Note. For actual BD day)
Another February, another birthday month without each other being there on our day. This is the second birthday we are celebrating without one another. How did we go from doing all the birthdays to this, doing them so separately? When did this happen? Yet this is better than last year. At least we are ourselves now. Here. But where is here now? I wish I were there with you right now, or you were here with me right now, or we were home. Where is home, though? Who is home anymore?
I know I have said this before, I have told you this many times, but I'll reiterate it here as well. You are in a beautiful place, I'm in a beautiful place, and those who are indigenous to these places will not be able to relate to what it's like to come from an old country such as ours. However, you have your beauty, I have mine, but what I have with you, especially the version of it in Karachi, will always be so much more beautiful than all of this.
I'll forever cherish the time we spent in a little white boat, adrift, sailing, we sailed and we found ourselves by finding each other. And I promise you this. No more, no more of this separation, no more of this. When we are together again in one place, we will be. If you let me, we'll always celebrate birthdays with one another again. You'll always be my favorite person who made me feel a little less afraid of the world. You will always always be that girl for whom I'd take off my blue winter jacket.
And I want to tell you, I just want you to know this, wherever we are, whoever we are, whoever we are with, February will always be your month alone and only yours, and whenever it's February, no matter where we are, we are seeing each other, and I'll bring the cupcake. Always.
I know all the words; I have every word. Yet I don't have enough words to thank you for everything you have done for me properly. I don't have enough words when it comes to you. But thank you, my forever friend.
-Abbas.
Ps. Happy birthday!
Pss. I love you.
