Life wasn’t fun. Not when you just got broken up with!

A dreadful day. A day that was supposed to be celebratory, full of happiness, memories and laughter — oh, it was going to be a memorable one, for sure. It was supposed to be a fun birthday.

Your birthday.

You had invited your friends. Friends coming and bringing your gifts or food to add to the table, the more the merrier. It was so fun. Pictures being taken, cake frosting teasingly and affectionately being smeared on your face, blowing out your candles and making your wish, and opening so many gifts from your dear friends! Well…all but one.

The very person you wanted to come didn’t come at all: your partner.

Despite the fun party, you were antsy and anxious. Occasionally checking your phone to see if your partner was on their way to your house or if they even responded to your plethora of texts asking where they were.

But nothing. Nothing at all, so you simply sucked it up and carried on with your celebration. Because you wouldn’t let something like that spoil your happiness in the moment.

As the party came to an end…so did your relationship.

When the party was over, all your friends left and…you sat there all alone. Sitting at the table, head down in your hand, alone in the dark of the kitchen with the Happy B-Day banner and streamers still up on the window. The only light was the bright screen on your phone and you staring blankly at the text, feeling detached of your own emotions.

You knew you weren’t a great partner. There had been some troubles, yet you always fixed yourself to get close to them and made sure they knew your love for them…

You know that you’re not good.

And you knew you’d never treat them right like you should.

Always feeling like a part-time lover…

But you couldn’t deny that you tried. You tried and tried and they still wanted you and stuck around. So why did only now did they have the courage to leave you? On your birthday nonetheless?! When you had been so excited for them to come only for a no show.

Lost in your thoughts, you didn’t hear your roommate slash friend walk into the kitchen. You didn’t hear him walk past you and he made way to the fridge and opened the fridge. It wasn’t until you heard a few bottle clinks that you finally looked up.

Looking up, with the bright lighting from your phone, I stared right at Jason as he stared right back at you.

He stood there, one arm braced against the top freezer of the fridge with his other was grabbing and holding onto the gallon of milk. Shirtless, too. Just in his sweats with his boxers slightly peaking under.

The silence was deafening. Only the soft whirring of the fridge filled the space while you looked at him and he looked at you with an indifferent look as if he wasn’t having a midnight snack of milk.

You were having a relationship crisis while Jason was having a hunger one. You blinked a few times, unsure what to even say to that, so the silence only stretched more in kitchen.