To despise your existence and the day it all began is a burdensome weight when celebrated year after year. Whether in the midst of solitude or amidst companionship, that moment never brought you comfort

"Happy birthday," he murmured into your ear, both of us gazing at the sky, beneath the moon's soft glow. There was no cake, for you had no desire for it. All you sought was a moment of conversation, or perhaps, a tranquil embrace of silence.