I’m almost seventeen…

Next year, I’ll stand on the edge of time,
a senior, while he lingers behind.
Happy birthday to me—
one step further, one year more,
always just ahead of him.

Is this how Bella felt in Twilight,
watching the days slip through her fingers,
aging past the one she loved?

But if every birthday
is a moment spent with you,
then let the years come—
I’ll cherish them all,
so long as they belong to us.