i figure it wouldn't really matter to you.
still, the thought of there being the faintest, vaguest possibilty of your thoughts flitting to me tomorrow is tantalising. as always.
the feeling's gone and i'd like to think i've grown. you might be wondering why i'm still doing this, still bothering.
because i guess i'd just like to keep the status quo, to maintain this once-a-year-thing (let's just say it's been
quite a few years). because i'm just a stickler for um, routine i guess- don't want to break the Pattern.
because, once every year, i wonder whether you remember me the way i do you.. and also, maybe because a little part of me still feels that it has something to prove
but honestly, i don't think i'm being generous either; this is more about me and less so about you. it's just something i have to do, to keep this Pattern. and it's well, just about as perfunctory as it gets.
happy birthday, just because