It's his birthday..
I haven't called him all day..
Left him a note, the night before..
The icing on me is about to melt
And the bubbles sizzled dead..
I want to suprise him by being his suprise but what if he doesn't like suprises or suprises me by coming with someone else..
I'm panicking..
my hands are drained in sugar and the floor is slippery wet..
Grab my phone..
Tried to dial his number but the screen is wet from the falling teardrops..
The door opens..
It's him..
He's suprised..
His eyes are glistening from excitement and the tears combined..
My mouth opens and all he hears are sweet nothings..
I'm gasping for air as he's gasping for mine..
I guess he likes how his cake turned out, after all..
