you were already 16,
but I was finally turning 15,
you knew I didn't celebrate my birthday,
but you never ask why.
I had a birthday that coexisted around the time,
We we're unable to see each other the week on valentines,
but the week after on my birthday we could.
you faced timed me,
while working on my gift,
but never showed me your hands,
so I never saw the present.
finally it was my horrible birthday,
a day full of crying at home,
but finally I was here at your house to hand you,
my pay check,
because I really wanted you to get your permit.
I knew how much you wanted it.
so I had 60$ for you.
you came out,
saw me and picked me up and kissed me,
hugged me like a distant relative who was way to friendly would,
and like them,
we both acted in not wanting to let go,
We went inside your house,
and sat on your tiny brown couch,
and your mom was so happy to take pictures,
and I gave you my gift,
you opened it,
and you almost cried,
and I did see the tear in the corner of your eye,
then you left like the sun leaves the day to fetch mine,
your mom got to talk to me,
and was so very happy,
she even made me a cake,
like one you would of seen at a wedding,
I couldn't of said thanks enough.
you came back,
and you gave me a tiny little box,
and a note,
you opened the box first,
and told me to read the note while he put my gift on me,
my note said,
"baby you are my valentine,
and violets and roses combined,
will never be a more beautiful design.
Speaking of designing,
I made you this necklace and its shining,
just like your eyes,
but I cant rhyme,
so I hope you know this was more then for,
being my valentine one special day of the year,
its for everyday,
even your birthday,
so enjoy it more.
the necklace maker"
I wore it,
I was happy,
because I thought of him,
5: Talk about the best birthday you have had.