Second Time

Happy birthday. 

Thanks, Facebook. Now, I am sad. I don't understand what I am feeling. I thought it's over. And it is the second time we did not celebrate it together. Or more. Idk. But perhaps, it isn't. But. It doesn't matter. I mean. Why does it matter? 

Gestures like this one. He was a man like this. This was how my heart melted back in time. I guess. 2010. The year it started. Until I ruined it. Yes. I believe I ruined it. It was perfect. I thought. Till it happened. And things started to change. Or not. Idk. It doesn't matter anymore. I guess. No turning back. Like I don't see how it would. Plus. It's way past the post a year of the deal. I guess. And we know it wouldn't work. It's time to move on. I guess. 

My sincere wishes to you. I mean what I say. With love. I mean it too. You'd always stand a part in my heart. Like duh. Definitely. 

Tiff. 

Down.