So, for those of you who are unaware, as a general rule, I hate birthdays.
Most people don’t understand this and get really upset. But why shouldn’t I?
I’ve had some truly shitty birthdays in the past. Namely, my 16th birthday, which I broad-casted and yet no one remembered, and my 18th, which just wound up being an epic fail.
Today, however, was awesome. Like seriously. Every single person who wished me a happy birthday, be it by text, on Facebook, or in person, just kept me happy all day long. My roommate & suitemates put balloons and candy all over my bed, which was a wonderful surprise after chemistry. And then spending time with my boy toy just made it even better. I like him. I like him a lot, actually. I haven’t liked someone this much in a while.
Overall, I would deem today a successful birthday. I’m quite the happy camper.
I don’t even know how to describe it. It was exactly what I needed. The fact that you texted me right as I was thinking about you.
I love when you come over. I love your physical presence. I love that you make me laugh so much. I love that you actually challenge me, you don’t just let me walk all over you. I love the way you randomly grab me and kiss me while there’s no one in the room.
We really need more moments like that. More time together. Goodness knows I think about you all the time. Everytime I see you I just want to touch you. What can I say? I’m a physical being.
Oh, and I like you.
I like you a lot.
I’m so glad you like me too.
- Boy: You do pretty well at making me happy.
- Girl: Thanks, you make me pretty happy too.
- Boy: Stop living your life so far away.
- Girl: I could say the same thing to you. You being on the opposite coast is not okay.