This was the day we first met. On a Sunday, the 7th of July, in the 70's.
Today is the first time I have a birthday without you around. I wonder if you are also thinking about me today? Pondering on what gift you should shower me with just to make me happy?
Last year on this day, was the first time you didn't call me to say Happy Birthday. I was upset with you even though I knew you were preoccupied with something else. On the hindsight, perhaps you already knew that you'd be gone by my birthday this year? Perhaps you want me to learn to be on my own without you?
