Today is my 39th birthday. I have done my best to avoid what would be my typical thought patterns of feeling sorry for myself. And, for the most part, I have done pretty well. I took myself out for lunch and did my best to think positive thoughts. However tonight I can't help but feel a little sad. And I know this thought is complete fantasy but here it is nonetheless: the fact that I didn't hear from him hurts. I am not surprised that I didn't, I didn't expect him to reach out. After all, nothing has changed. It's just my birthday which I am almost 100% sure he didn't remember anyway. I will probably never forget that his birthday is February 1st. Ohhh, but that's right: I cared and he did not. That's the difference.
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