Now that D-day is approaching...

I wish it won't be so sad that day.

Because these few years, it have been a miserable day.

From these people called parents forgot d-day. Or friends ruining the mood.

I think I should just skip the day and pretend it never happens.

But for this year I only wish one thing: 

That he'll be the first one to say it to me, just like he did it last year. We were talking at midnight and you reminded me of the sad day: just, you make it little brighter for me.

I hope this expectation won't kill me eventually.

Let it be my birthday wish: we can talk like normal again, like we used to do, even better and better each day ahead of us.