It took a little note from one of my girls for me to
remember it was my birthday today. I never forget my own birthday. But for some
reason this year I did. It’s odd to think that on this day last year I decided
I wasn’t happy. It’s been a year, and theoretically my heart should be healed
enough to give to someone, except I kind of ruined that a couple weeks ago.
I decided that rather then a physical present this year I’d
give myself something else, happiness. I’m making the real changes, not just
talking about it, because I deserve to be happy. Today I won’t be heartbroken,
even though I want to be. Today I won’t cry myself to sleep, because I choose
to be happy. But there is one thing that I can’t change, the missing, that’s just
something I’m going to have to learn to be happy through, no matter how much it
hurts.
I made a wish today on a shooting star. Made me feel like a
kid, maybe since it’s my birthday the Archer will decide to let me have it. But
then again maybe he doesn’t have control over those kinds of things.
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