I plan to fill a room with balloons and confetti. I plan to bake you a cake with sweet icing and candles on top. I plan to give you something that can show how much you mean to me. I plan to give you not the best nor fanciest birthday party but a memorable one.
To perfectly pull this of, I am willing to put all my effort. I don’t mind spending my time like how you didn’t mind spending yours with me. I want everything to be perfect, like how you made my life perfect.
Occurrence like this only happens once in a year and by this I want to make it special. I want to be the first person to greet you and also the last one. I want to do the little things that can make you happy. Selfish it may sound but I want to be your little things. I want to be your puzzle piece because for me, you are my puzzle piece.
Just as I were about to make my plan work, I remember the day when the rain poured and so did my tears. I remembered the moment I broke down and so did the word “us” crumbled. I feel my heart crushed and so did I feel the tears falling.
Ruefulness flooded over me. For a moment I forgot reality. I was cache by the dream of you, of us. Silly me. And now, because I lose the chance of being with you, I’ll just do the same thing I always did every 21st of September for the past four years. I’ll just whisper to the wind my birthday greeting, hoping it will reach you.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY PUZZLE PIECE, MY LITTLE THING.
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