It’s been 3 months since my birthday, my love. You promised you’d have a gift for me, but 3 months have passed and I don’t have a gift from you. You’ve given many gifts to so many others, yet you never did the same for me. I gave you many things, many gifts. Your love is so precious to me, my dear, and I know that our love cannot be measured by our actions for each other. Yet, seeing you give to so many others while I never got something special for my day when you promised you’d would…you really hurt me, even if I said nothing. I’m hurt. I’m hurt, my love. I’m hurt. All I want to know…when you kept giving to everyone else, did my birthday ever cross your mind in these 3 months? Or did you just forget? I’m such a coward, my mind and body are riddled with anxiety to the point where I cannot muster the courage to ask you about this, yet this eats at me from the inside. I love you so much, I’ve done so much for you. I know it’s selfish, but I just wanted something from you. I’m sorry.