I just celebrated my birthday a few days ago. In a foreign country, far away from my family, far away from my best-friends, far away from you. I thought it was going to be awful. I’ve prepared to just go to work as usual, and spend my evening in my hotel room, pretend it wasn’t my birthday at all. That it’s not a big deal. That birthday celebration is overrated.
Until one of my local friends called and asked me whether I’m free to hang out after work. Of course I said yes. Better than curl up under my blanket alone.
Apparently, she brought me to a bar in a helipad (yes, HELIPAD! how cool is that?) and threw a surprise party for me along with some of her friends. It was awesome. We then went club-hopping afterwards. The whole night was a blast.
I did think of you, though. Wishing you were there with me. But then I realized, I should probably let that feeling go. No more you on my mind, no more you in my heart. I have to let you go.
So here’s to another year of trying. Cheers.