My birthday was a very small affair.
It always had been. I stopped getting birthday presents when I was in my tweens I think. I can't really remember getting any from there onwards.
My birthday was mostly forgotten. That might be the other reason why I don't have the need to remember other people's birthdays.
The only people who would remember would be my best and some close friends and colleagues and now, thanks to Facebook, a dozen other people who are nice enough to drop a birthday wish.
Last year, I spent my birthday with T. He called and checked what was I doing for my birthday. When I said nothing, he said no one should be alone on their birthday, and had me stay with him for a couple of days. He made me breakfast, and treated me to dinner.
I spent my birthday this year, attempting a headstand pose, and a couple of ciders at a small pub.
I was on my own, not wanting to impose on any of my friends who would either be working or having other affairs on the second day of Chinese New Year.
I missed T, and missed him even more on that day. If there is one thing that I will always remember about him, would be his kindness. He is not the most loyal of guys I knew, but, being that we were in an open relationship, I guess, I shouldn't be expecting any of that loyal crap from him.
But he was there, when I needed him. And I loved him.
Happy 34th birthday to me. I will be lonelier, and I think I will be able to cope with it better than the past years.