Happy Birthday to Me

I’m 28 today.

In the morning at the office, I wait impatiently for 12pm to come. I had taken the afternoon off to meet Matt. He buys me lunch and we chat over coffee. It’s all nice and sweet. I’m just so happy to see him, it doesn’t matter that he won’t be joining me to go to Balaclava, where my friends (and some of his) are celebrating my birthday for me.

6pm. Time for Matt to go pick Wifey up from work. I plaster on a huge smile and say my goodbyes.