It’s your brithday today and my phone constantely reminds me of it, cause for some stupid reason we’re still friends on Facebook.
I was brave enough to wish you all the best last year, but this time I’m not.
I finally want to cut you out of my life, not because you hurt me or because I don’t care about you anymore, but because I have to be able to move on.
I know you’ll always have a place inside of my heart, of course you will - you were the first boy I ever really liked. But I can’t be stuck on you for the rest of my life.
So, even though you’ll never see this and I’ll probably regret posting this - from the bottom of my heart: Happy Birthday.
I hope you have a good one and I hope you’re truly happy with your life too. You deserve to be and as long as I know you are, I’ll be happy for you as well.
I wish I had the courage to tell you that I still think about you too much and that I somehow still feel the butterflies in the pit of my stomach whenever I think about the first time we met or the first time we talked.
I still see your face clearly infront of me with that smile that made everything around me stop for a moment when I looked at you.
You’ll always mean more to me than you should and you’ll never ever know about any of this, cause you've already forgotten about me. But that’s okay, because I know I’ll never forget about you. Goodbye.