we might still be ignoring each other, (is that what we call this silence?) by the time it comes around. i might still love you and you might still not know, but despite this heartbreak and shaky hands of mine, i will still wish you happy birthday.
i told you not to make promises you can't keep yet you still swore to me you were in this for the forever. you promised me you wouldn't leave, and then you left. should i even be surprised? they've always left. -a.c.b