“Do you still remember our rendezvous on 17th of April?” I said. Unfortunately, the answer I got from you isn’t what I’m looking for. Yes, you did remember. The con is you can’t make it for me anymore. I think you really do forget it’s my birthday. I don’t put the blame on you because astatically, we have no relationship but friends only. I’m holding my phone and at the sixes and sevens whether I should message you today. I don’t wish to awake and find there’s no body next to me.
Guess that on my coming birthday, its going to be the type of morning that I have really grown to deplore – grey, dismal, cold and alone. These few days I am hoping I could receive a message from you, but it seems I’m barking up the wrong tree. Everyday when I’m home, I’ll get my phone on without more ado to check whether is there any messages from you. And I always turn myself down.
Perhaps it’s a huge dream for me to make all these reality. Days without you are really harsh for me. I’ve used with hearing your voice everyday, message you and getting cheer up by you. As you’ve gone, my life is being so vacantly, so heartache. No matter how hard I try, you don’t give me a damn. What makes our acquaintance, our faith to break such effortlessly?
Anyhow, I’m still waiting you to be in my birthday. Would you be there for me?
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