Someone whose name I cannot say
I still know your birthday
I still know your birthday. I still notice the date every year. I never say anything.
Read gently. Behind every letter is a real person and a real story.
I still know your birthday. I still notice the date every year. I never say anything.
I knew something had changed. I felt it in the pauses, the shorter answers, the way you stopped asking questions. I kept pretending because the truth felt too final.