Today was her birthday.
Don't question who. You know the girl. I didn't know it was her birthday until I asked someone why there were cupcakes lining the table in math class. I felt like a terrible friend.
She walked the halls with a grin on her face and a spring in her step. After all, it was her day. I was over her, but I still loved her. She brought me no more pain, but she is still dear to me
Today was her day. My sweet flower child. I gave her my best wishes in my heart, but I gave her no words. I still loved her.
But I never even wished her a happy birthday.