Birthdays are something.
I have always love birthdays Birthdays of people close to me, darlings to my hearts. Once the dates mark in my mindmap, they hardly left. Okai, mayb I missed them when i lost track or time. As I age, I dont even remember what day i was living in. Routine sucks. Anyways, back to birthdays. On those kind of days, i ll suddenly remember you. The urge to reach for you to say hi, and let you know I m here even we hardly speak to each other. Especially to those who left my frame in not such pretty term. Especially to those I had to left due to something something, with they knew bout it or without a single clue of why. I miss you dearly on those day. I miss how I can casually slip in your inbox and say unfiltered words. I miss how I can suddenly kid you without of having the doubt it might hurt or offend you, or make you misunderstood my gesture. So as much as I love their birthdays, I love my birthday even more. Its kind of depressing to know how I wish those people to celebrate and rem