It's Ben's birthday today. He is 35 years old.
He has stopped talking since last week. I too stopped talking when I am around - all the "tricks" that got me so close to him all these years have failed. I don't know what goes through in his mind, he just stares blankly. Last 2 days he turned his face away from me.
Happy birthday Ben. I would have bought you a cake. But maybe it's too late. Though I did send you cards before, I never bought you cakes. I should have bought you cakes.
And here I am not knowing how the hell am I going to give you the card tonight - whether it'll be insensitive, whether it will make it more painful for you.
I have many wishes unfulfilled and many grudges with the world. I would have forfeited all my grudges if only you get back to who you were, even who you were 2 weeks ago. Talk Ben, talk to me.
Anyway Happy Birthday Abang!