Sometimes I want to pretend that its not my birthday, but then when the day is going by and no one has wished me I feel like maybe no one truly cares or thinks of me as a valuable contributor to society. But there is always this one person…someone who because of my past has had to prove their love and trust over and over again, yes, this person, always remembers my birthday, always remembers me. They are human, they have flaws, but to me they are perfect, because they remembered my birthday.
