Flow
16th of September. I remember eagerly waiting for the clock to strike 12, for it to be midnight, for your special day to come. Your birthday, it felt so very special to me. I had never been as happy on my own born day as I became on your birthday. I wanted to be the first one to wish you, I always was as well. To make you feel grateful that you were born, I did everything in my power to make it special. This day let's me be thankful for you. So very grateful that you were born, that you came into this world, into my life, for everything. But now it is just a day like any other. Nothing special about it. Nothing to look forward to, no one to wish, none to celebrate anything with. How did we come here? I always wonder what went wrong. What did we do to be here where we are, when all we wanted was to be together forever? Whatever happened I know it was for the best. Just saw your story and you look so happy. Ahh.. it felt good and refreshing. Isn't the flow of...