I looked at the birthday card you sent me (of course after my birthday) but nonetheless was as enthusiastic as a kid who waits for presents on Christmas day. I had been waiting for that card because I was anxious to see what you had written in there for me. Your declaration of love for me..
Yes, I knew very well you weren't the most articulate person in the world but it was your sweet personality, kind heart, and affection you showed me that won me over. I never wanted to marry a rich man and so I never expected you to buy me the world. Instead for my birthday I requested a something simple, a birthday card with your most sincere thoughts for me on my birthday..
I chuckled oh so happily as I opened to find a very unromantic card, that when opened played the funniest song, "Shake Your Booty". I thought it was adorable. And in your sloppy hand writing you wrote the words "I love you" and made a promise to be with me always..
My birthday was in February, and you no longer say those words to me. You no longer laugh with me or console me when I'm sad. You dared to even say, you didn't love me...
I continue to day after day logically solve this puzzle as to why it is the way it is. My answer I will not share with the world, but just rather keep it in my heart locked up tight.Once again, I have found myself to be a victim of a severe heartache..I wished that I would never feel this way again..
As I sit here and look over the card and read over your words, I begin to tell myself it was all lies. Everything was a lie. It's the only way I'll survive this pain..
As for the birthday card (which I usually keep)I believe I must throw it away because its useless now. Those words, that promise has no right to stay in my heart.
May happiness be with you and be blessed on your day.
Happy Birthday...
