Now, remember that day we were talking about birthdays, yours, mine, how I had to wait another year till mine? We were just back from our island getaway and the sound of 5am waves echoing in my head as I reminisced the long weekend of my birthday, spent only with us. We sat at the very front left corner of the unsightly white-walled room paying no attention to our surroundings whatsoever and you said to me,
"Everyday is your birthday.. I'll make sure,"
Every morning after I woke up to a 'good morning girl, happy birthday!'
That recollection has left me unable to be conscientious to these chemical equations in front of me.
Why wouldn't they just leave already? Like you did.
I wish to forget.
