My Kind of Perfect

"The night sparkled a little extra because my heart did too."

22nd November felt like the universe looked at me and said...

ok, now it’s your turn to shine.

It wasn’t just a party. It was one of those nights that feel straight out of a moodboard. A little Pinteresty honestly. Cute corners, pretty fits, aesthetic chaos, and the kind of photos that make you want to post all 200 of them.

The best part was how everyone I truly wanted by my side showed up. Some friends couldn’t make it and I missed them, but the ones who matter the most were there, hyping me, dancing with me, and turning the evening into a core memory.

There were sparkles. There was loud laughter. There were pictures we will definitely roast each other with later. And there was this calm voice inside me saying

yeah, this is exactly how sixteen should feel.

Not perfect in a planned way.

Perfect in a heart-full kind of way.

Now it has already been a whole week and the afterglow is still here. Every tiny memory still makes me smile like I am reliving it. The excitement hasn’t faded at all.

But life has pressed the reset button.

Confetti to chapter headings.

Party playlists to Physics notes.

Lip gloss to gel pens.

Periodic tests are in seven days. Physics is already giving me the look.

Still sixteen.

Still glowing.

Still me.

Just holding a textbook now.