With each passing year, I get more and more amazed by the people who remember, without reminders, yet without fail.
The same people who are on the other end of the line, on the stroke of midnight, even if they are halfway across the globe. The same people who text me on my phone, and leave messages in different nooks and crannies online for me to find. Some people change, but the good friends never do.
Just another minute, just another year.
But thanks, for always remembering. Thanks, for never forgetting.