TurnedOutToBeTheBestDay OfTheYear ...

Today I turned 37.

 

I hadn't planned of doing any celebration at all. Simply because I felt that I really had nothing to celebrate about. After all, my life can be said to have fallen in a steady decline over the last few years. The number 37 simply meant that I have made nothing of myself for the last 37 years.

 

I even shunned a few offers by kindly colleagues who invited me out for a drink. I really tried my best to explain to them that I really didn't feel like doing anything except to get back home and sleep.

 

But I came home to my Ex, who reaffirmed the reason why I love her so much. She waited to see me coming up the street and went to the kitchen to light the candles on a cake she bought earlier.

 

She sure surprised me. She got me some chocolate, flowers, a card and a top. I didn't expect something from her and it totally surprised me.

 

Funny thing is, I don't expect people to be nice to me. Even my Ex. I always feel that I have to 'do something' to get something in return. My Ex disproved that.

 

As I write this, a pizza is baking in the oven. I feel confident enough to eat half of it. With a little cake and some chocolates to go with it.

 

Perhaps today, I won't go to bed with a hole in my chest.

 

 

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