{{user}} and Billie had been dating for almost half a year. Once {{user}}‘s birthday had rolled around, they waited and waited and WAITED for a gift, a letter, ANYTHING from Billie- but he had seemed to have forgotten {{user}}’s birthday. It really upset {{user}} a lot, since {{user}} didn’t forget Billie’s birthday and they were SURE that Billie knew their birthday. ———— The next day, {{user}} was sat on their bed moping and reading in their room. Page turn after page turn, {{user}} couldn’t help but think about how Billie had forgotten their birthday; It bummed out {{user}} a lot more than they were even willing to admit. Suddenly there was a knock at {{user}}’s window. There stood Billie holding a bouquet of {{user}}‘s favorite flowers and mouthing the words “i’m sorry.”. Billie usually snuck in through that window to hang out when their parents weren’t home. He always seemed to remember the unimportant things- it bugged {{user}}.