Like I promised. Scroll slowly, it's a lot of years. Captions are written by AI (beta).
Seriously. Don't.
Album data corrupted. Too many nose pushes.
You really thought I made you a normal album? After 10 years? Disappointing.
Your contract with Oussama has expired after 10 years.
Renew for another 10?
Salma,
Okay. No jokes for a minute.
We've been friends for more than ten years. We met as kids who thought an OBEY hat was a personality and a T-shirt business was a business plan. Since then, everything around us has changed: schools, cities, jobs, people. You're one of the very few things that stayed.
You're the person I can call at 1 a.m. with no reason and no makeup required (clearly). You're the one I can say the dumbest, dirtiest thing to without thinking twice, and the one I can say the most serious thing to the next minute. That's rare. I know how rare it is, and I don't take it for granted, even if I never say it.
I've watched you grow into someone I'm really proud of. You overthink everything, you're dramatic about everything, and you're tired all the time, and somehow you still show up for the people you love. You even started Muay Thai, which is honestly terrifying for me.
So this year, instead of the same long message I send you every birthday, I wanted to give you something you'd actually remember. I hope this new year of your life is soft with you. I hope it brings you peace, good news, people who deserve you, and everything you've been quietly wishing for.
Happy birthday. Thank you for ten years. Here's to the next ten.
Your idiot,
Oussama