Lovely story of a lovely guy...

I remember... I remember 364 days ago... I was waiting for the clock to strike 12:00 A.M. because I knew that you would send me a happy birthday message... But then the clock turned and messages flooded in from countless numbers of people who couldn't even catch a glimpse of My eye. I waited 10, 15, 20 mins and still not a sign of you... I was upset but more at myself for caring so much, not necessarily because of you... I went to bed, tears filled to the brink in my eyes... The next morning I woke up so excited to finally see your message. All I wanted was a happy birthday...  But still nothing... Its 9:00 and I'm suppose to go over to your house... Leaving my family behind to be with you.. Leaving the people who genuinly care and what to spend my birthday together... Still no message. 10, 11, 12 I'm use to the disappointment. Finally, an Instagram message off of your buddies phone consisting of "happy birthday, I'm out grinding with the boys, will be home sometime..." I mean at least you didn't forget right? Its 3 and you finally message me to come over, I do you give me a gift and I hug you saying how darling it is. You immediately shut me down saying "don't fricken say darling!"... We go to a restraunt. For your birthday I took you to a high end $50 meal. You take me to fast Mexican food $20 but I don't complain I'm so infatuated with you... Half way through the meal you get a text from a girl who wants to take pictures with you for prom... You leave me at the restraunt by myself and when you come back there is lipstick on your chicks from being kissed so many times... You tell me to clean it off... I go home... Still completely in awe with you. I go on Instagram and see all of the girls pictures touching you... I'm sitting here right now, the same thing reoccuring. Happy birthday to me...