I have had birthdays. You all have had birthdays. We all have them. Sometimes we celebrate. Sometimes we have fun. Sometimes we screw up. Sometimes, well, we just let the day pass. And, sometimes, we just do all that together. I have had one of those birthdays, not long back.
I had wishes aplenty. I had messages abound. I replied to everyone who remembered me.
I expected the surprise. Was just surprised by the absence of a few. I was stumped by the beautiful collection of notes and messages. I was bowled over by the cake. I had a great time.
I had the prettiest flowers. I had the perfect notebook. I had the tiny book. I had the perfect person.
I had the the surprise gifts. I had a gala time. I had fags. I had fun.
And then, I had the Queen of all surprises. I had the yummiest-chocolatiest-tastiest-bestest-awesommest-brilliantest homemade cake ever.
And, I had introductions made.
And, I had a great time. A G.R.E.A.T TIME.
And I had certain dreams coming true.
I had THE T.I.M.E O.F M.Y L.I.F.E