My beloved man, Geovan Namaraja.
A man with all the flaws that i want to complete, a man that i always want to hide from the world because i don't want other people to look at you the same way i see you. Geovan, i can't promise it will be long and the road will not be bad, but you can
walk with me, and make it longer, Geo.
The
sweetest pie covered in a thick and hard layer of prestige, is still sweet. Some people give up at the third bite, but i've eaten almost half of it and i'm carrying on with it, although later i can get sick because of the sweet taste. I still want to grab it on my bag. Everytime. And eat that, all the time. With all of my love and smiles.
I can't say your day will always be good but my prayers are always there, Namaraja. For you. Always.
My favorite birthday man, Geovan Namaraja. Happy aging, Gege.
I love you, infinity.
