happy birthday
now i have to go, i'm not sleeping well when not being home, "yes you have a nice place thou", i don't feel like i belong here anyway. her eyes tell me i have some kind of duty to stay longer, but no. i will not. with him we are going together for a while, and after parting different ways, i suddenly remember i didn't say one important thing. now i'm calling him back and we are crossing streets, roundabouts, pedestrian crosswalks, highways, and finally instead of telling that i love him, i'm saying "happy birthday" while holding he's face in my palms