Today is your birthday. I called you. I have not forgotten, as I did that year: I would never head the August 31, however, that terrible year had finally gotten off my mind, I forgot your birthday. I said I was sorry I did not want you off my mind 100%. But unwillingly took. You see. I remember back to our respective birthday we sent them a box full of gifts, things made for us: drawings, photos, a ring or bracelet , things like that. I remember I liked the way you had to get with that box full of surprises, birthday cheer. But let's send those box. Because little little, to be the woman of my life, spent be the woman he was going to have less contact the rest of my life . Years since we've seen, and nothing happens. I know you're okay, so little to tell me. You do not read my blog, I write it here. If not, perhaps, remain silent. I've bought something, anything, silly. And as we talked, as spoken by people who call for commitment (and why I did not call for commitment, but the conversation has gone as if it were), I asked you to send me a message to the mobile address home, to send "it" that I've purchased. This morning I've said I would send the message with your address, I'm still waiting . And if it will not.
Must see in what way we parted. You who taught me many good things. You, you were everything, and now with this distance are nothing. You, you helped me so much and taught me the value of many things, and that one day no more, I said goodbye that way. And today I have the audacity to talk about you here. Because here usually talk about important things. And you, you ... Despite this hobby of yours to get away, you are important. That's why I write. So, I tell you today that although the nonsense that I've bought never comes, I can always combine them with other things that you never sent and are still here, in some drawer.
Happy Birthday.
Must see in what way we parted. You who taught me many good things. You, you were everything, and now with this distance are nothing. You, you helped me so much and taught me the value of many things, and that one day no more, I said goodbye that way. And today I have the audacity to talk about you here. Because here usually talk about important things. And you, you ... Despite this hobby of yours to get away, you are important. That's why I write. So, I tell you today that although the nonsense that I've bought never comes, I can always combine them with other things that you never sent and are still here, in some drawer.
Happy Birthday.
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