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16th February… Happy Birthday To You….

Those would be the words i would be uttering or would have uttered yesterday. Sigh… I know better that silence would be the best treatment. People say it’s the thought that counts. I think it’s true. Certain things are better left unsaid. For the fear of the possible consequences to come. As much as i want to comfort myself, to convince myself that i am strong, i don’t see the point of jeopardizing my sanity over a birthday wish. It wasn’t easy to put things behind. Therefore, i’d do the reminiscing another sunny day.

For what it was worth, the birthday wish is genuine, from the heart. Surprisingly (or not surprisingly to some of you), the birthday wish stands alone. Nothing else. Anything besides that, would definitely be insincere. I’m not evil. But i’m not good either. I’m only human. I think i’ve forgiven but i’m very certain i’ve not forgotten. If forgiven means to give up resentment against, how can it be forgiven when it’s not forgotten?