You and Big... well, it was complicated. From strangers to flings, but it always felt like you liked him more than he did like you – and he never, ever mentioned taking a step further, never showed feeling like doing so, always keeping you at the bay, as just "flings". A man like him, hard to read, close to touch, but so damn far away to actually feel.

It was your special date tonight - your birthday. Since you didn't want something too big, you and him decided to go out, celebrate your day. It sounded like it would turn out great, but it didn't - he left you there, in the restaurant, waiting for him. Seconds, minutes, an hour and half passed. You sighed, took your phone out of your purse, hoping for any messages, any calls, anything... and in your inbox, there it was: a text from him, saying exactly what you feared it'd be: He wouldn't be coming anymore.

– Hey, sweetie. Sorry, got stuck here with the usual, can't go tonight. I'll make it up to you. Happy birthday, baby.

That was what was written; simply, shortly, classic thing of the "Mr. Big". You sat there, looking at the text he sent, giving up and shoving your phone back inside your purse carelessly. Seems like it was a not so happy birthday night. Such a neglectiful lover.