I knew there was high possibility that I'd cried today.
Of course I thought it would be tears of joy sliding down my cheeks.
But instead, I felt my heart breaking. Slowly. Painfully.
This is the most selfish thing you have ever done to me.
Gripping the wheel and wishing my tears away, getting to the point of not seeing the road ahead.
I feel like a fool.
All this excitement, all this anxiety. For what?
For you falling on me and tripping on your own feet trying to give me the first kiss in 4 months?
You didn't even tell me I look beautiful.
For you falling asleep in the car and falling on top of me?
You didn't even tell me how much you missed me.
For puking at the road side?
What a nice birthday gift you are.
Not that it is the end of the world. I know we will probably make it through this.
But, God, I am hurting.
