happy birthday
there was a time when i always remembered people’s birthdays. like my first crush in kindergarden who was born on nov 3, just 11 days before mine (sign of the Fates). and my middle school crush’s june 6 bday. and my HS boyfriend and a couple of others before I left for college. But ever since, I’ve been horrible with remembering birthdays. I don’t know what it is - maybe more recent flings don’t occupy the same mind and heart space. maybe i learned to not dwell on the little details; maybe i’m too jaded. and that’s kinda sad.
so that’s what being romantic is - not just remembering someone’s birthday - but not being able to forget every year when that day arrives.
(via pneuma)
