September 18, 2016
13 days. Happy birthday, my love. Have I been successful in pretending to not care about today? You kissed me good night without saying a word. I could hear you sniffing under the covers. I felt you stir when I got up. Something inside me is celebrating, as if I've won a game I've long been losing. You were hoping I would pull out a late-night birthday thing, were you? When I got back in bed you were already lightly snoring. How can I make you understand? I'm making it appear like I don't care, because I goddamn care?