Not so happy birthday...
It's my birthday. And I'm crying. And I don't want to.
You made me be this way again.
I never took part in all those birthday parties. Never felt the need.
I did just fine with phone-calls, texts, and even Facebook is cool for me.
And so it was this year as well.
What a year. 12 months. Maybe minus few days since I met you.
One year, and so much had changed.
The funny thing is that mostly all my last year wishes came true.
Specially the one that I will meet someone like you.
That I will have some many firsts.
First time have a boyfriend, fall in-love, and yeah, even sex.
And I did. Wasn't that hard, once I decided. It was like I knew
that I will meet you and this it how it will go.
Too bad I didn't stop to think I it will end.
And it ended. Badly.
So as the first six month of my recent year of life felt like magic,
I spent the last six months crying.
So it's my birthday. And I knew you'll write.
I didn't know which kind of social-media you'll use, you choose Facebook.
I know, it make sense, nothing serious, nothing that suggest you want to talk.
A cute massage, telling happy birthday, and that you hope I will enjoy my day.
Typical of you, always know how to be cute, only when you want.
In hart I guess I was hoping for a mail telling me that you can't
wait to see me when I'll fly. Kinda silly considering your last mail
was to tell me about your new girlfriend.
Or maybe you'll skype? I see your green light for hours now, but nothing moves.
Like a stupid girl I try do disconnect and re-connect. Maybe you just didn't notice.
But you did. And you didn't even thought about writing on my wall.
For you it's just another Facebook-friend's birthday. Nothing more.
Just yesterday I thought that I am really close to get over you.
That I realized how bad was your impact on me, that we weren't good.
But today, it's my birthday, and I'm crying.
Once again because of you.
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