breaking up with the love of your life (or so you thought) before your birthday is a painful feeling. my birthday is in a few weeks and like every other girl i had been excited about it for almost 3 months now. my now ex-boyfriend had planned to fly to my city to spend my birthday together with me eventhough he had to work that day. since my city is more of a small town (that is also very conservative) we dont really have any places we could go to or do things, so he had planned to take me to a cafe id been wanting to go for lunch, after church. he had asked me to brace myself for any and all surprises because the presents he had gotten for me were really going to excite me. the confidence was just his way of letting me know he knew me enough to make me feel special on my day and he definitely wanted to see me happy. however, right now as im writing this i am sad and i absolutely dont care about what he had gotten for me because obviously a) i would not be seeing them b) materialistic things do not matter when there isn’t any emotion behind it. i am thinking about how i wouldnt be able to feel his gentle kiss on my forehead, his cheesy solid kisses all over my face, his warmest hugs. im thinking of how sweaty his hand would get when when i hold them in public because he gets nervous in public. the way he ruffles my hair. the sweet nothings he would whisper to me. poof. gone. done.
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