Do you see
how I love him true~
it could have been you.
As for you
and your love for she~
it could have been me.
But we were a maybe,
and never a must~
when it...
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@Sithara happy birthday to me, haha. they make my world shine. to my girls, cheers🍷
I clicked the post button on my phone and picked up a pillow, keeping it on my lap while sulking against the head-board.
The dark chocolate of my birthday cake melted on my tongue but it didn't make me feel any less morbid or glum.
I was sad obviously, even when I knew it was all stupid and how it would not yield in anything notable but only me spoiling my day more.
I sighed at myself, at how hopeless I had become. I shut my eyes and thought how I hated people who let their boyfriends and girlfriends decide their mood but here I was, all upset on my birthday for a man who wasn't even close to being my boyfriend.
I had not known a person more weird than him. I had no clue what was his problem? Why was he so moody and so pathetic towards me?
It was crazy how he made me feel so special all these past days. How he took all care of what I liked and what I did not. How he changed his daily routine only for me so that we could talk.
How he always made sure to tell me a goodbye every time he left no matter if we were amidst his family. How he made it a point to explain to me why he was late if I waited for him.
How he did not like some random man looking at me, my body and then it was today when he did not even bother a little to at least drop a simple birthday message to me. Talking to me was not even a question?
I felt so hurt, so disappointed by him that I had started to hate how I had given him the right, the power to make me feel a certain way, his way. He did not deserve it. Not after today.
It wasn't anything new, he had never wished me ever before but this time after all what was happening between us, I was expecting it. In fact, I was even excited about it but he killed all of it.
I had no clue that he was this immature if the argument that we had yesterday was the reason why he did not wish me.
Most of the times I was so happy with all that was between us, I was so full and content with it that I did not want anything else but when in midst of all good things he did things like these I could not help but doubt all of it?
Doubt him. His intentions. See and remember all details of times when he would act so casual as if I was not that important, as if it was very normal for the two of us to talk and how he would show that what he was doing was not anything great or extraordinary.
