Last year I was so happy when I blew out my birthday candles. I genuinely didn't know what to wish for because I thought I had everything I wanted. I was happy. I have a fucking video of me pausing and pondering on what more I could possibly wish for. The same night you shattered me. I woke up the next morning and you weren't there. You were silent for the next few days too. That's the first time you made me cry. First of endless times. I still believed in you though. I never wanted to stop. You made me stop. All I wanted for my birthday last year was to spend the perfect night with you. All I got was a lousy apology. Yet I forgave you. Here we are almost a year later, looks like you're not showing up to this birthday either.















