Birthday wish

Today is my 20th birthday. I can say that I officially left the teen years behind and have symbolically entered adulthood. I had a nice quiet dinner with my family, and I am so grateful for the love and joy that surrounded me. And it might be so terribly wrong of me, but as I looked around the table, 2 people were missing. I wish Edward would of come, although I haven’t known him for a long time, I consider him a close friend. The other person I desperately wish was there was you. I looked around, and I wished I could track back to a year ago when you sat beside me and held my hand under the table. When my grandma had told you for the first time that she considered you a member of the family. The smile on your face was priceless. I wish you had come over and had smile at me. Held my hand. Kissed me. I wish I would have heard three simple words; “ Happy birthday babe.” And I wish three more had followed. I love you. But you didn’t wish me a happy birthday at all. In fact, you haven’t talked to me for about 4 months now. All of my wishes for you go un-answered. And maybe there is a reason for that, but when I blew out the candles, you were my wish. Us being a happy couple was my wish. I wish you would see, that we are meant to be. I wish you would see how good we are together. I wish you would apologize. I wish you would try and talk to me. I wish you would come see me. I wish I could love you freely and be loved back. But these are all wishes. The only thing I know for sure is this: today, I turn 20. Till this day, I am still in love with you. And help me lord do I miss you. Te amo para siempre.