So I had a great birthday, except…
He didn’t text me to tell me happy birthday. I mean, I get it. He’s moved on. He’s got her. I shouldn’t be mad. But it’s hard because I feel like this past week he has just acted like I don’t even exist. And that really hurts. I can remember my first birthday I had when I was with him. He called me at midnight just to tell me he loved me and to say happy birthday. Last year he didn’t say anything until the next day at school. And now this year, nothing. Funny how things ended up this way. Ironic that I broke his heart because I needed to be happy, and now he’s in love with someone else, and I’m the one with the broken heart.
