So sweet and so painful at the same time for me to answer.
My best birthday was last year, 21 yo; everything was perfect, I was with the man I loved, we woke up together in his house, that day was also the baptism of his niece, I was there, in front of the mirror I was preparing, I wore a long black dress, he took me to take an ice cream, and then have lunch with all his family in a beautiful restaurant, the festivities were for the little baby, but it was a wonderful situation to spend my birthday. In the evening we went to my house, he had me find my room full of balloons, a bouquet of flowers on my desk ... Yes, I think there were some roses too, it's my favorite flower and he knew it, he knew everything about me . That day was magical, he gave me a ring, a beautiful ring, as I had always wanted, when he gave me that gift I cried, were tears of a strong emotion, the emotion of having close to me the right person, the one who gave me everything, I loved him and he loved me ... But it's over, it's over because sometimes touching the sky makes you even more afraid of falling. (and also because I'm a stupid)
@rambo and @missy thank you so much for this blog homework... It means so much to me đź’–
