i tried, i really, truly tried.

i tried to cancel it, i tried to get my agent to cancel me and free my schedule, i tried calling myself, but nothing worked, i had to be in Milan for a walk, and it went great, i caught the earliest flight back, but it was delayed, so i missed your birthday party

it was the first year where you let me invite people and have a small party, and now i couldn’t even be there, and no amount of sorry texts could really fix it, i know you understand, but i hated it

i was into our apartment, and i had a gift in my hand, and i walk in, maybe hoping people would still be here, it was only 10pm…but no

“mon cœer?” i call out gently, and i walk further into and i see you sitting on the windowsill in our living room, our cat, chester, relaxing in your arms, i walk up quietly and i kiss you on the head

“happy birthday, my love”