March the thirteenth. It’s your birthday. You are the one that I love with all my heart. But I’m not with you. I cannot hug you and kiss your cheek and exclaims ‘Happy Birthday!’ on the top of my lungs. I miss you so much.
I hope you had a really happy birthday. I hope your mom cooked something special for you. She nags and complains a lot but she loves you so much. You may not know this but she is really proud of you.
I hope your friends throw a big party for you at the Pizza Hut (or is it Domino’s?) and this time I won’t be late because I’m not coming at all. And I won’t sulk or being moody because I’m not there. I hope you had a great time with them all.
I hope you went to Red Box and sing your Janji Bidadari song and I won’t be there to laugh at the cheesy lyrics. I will not spoil your birthday by singing the ultimately cool KRU songs. I’m not sad…. I just had tears in my eyes.
But they don’t know you like I do. You are a special girl with great heart. You are my angel. And I really hope I can hear you sing that Janji Bidadari song, again.
Happy Birthday, Special You!
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