She strides into the room looking as lovely as a picture.
She
flashes a quick smile at me and takes out a single cup cake and candle out of
her bag.
She glances at me tenderly as she gently places the candle on the cake
her long fingers deftly striking a match which she uses to light the candle
with.
She wraps her arm around me, rests her head on my shoulders and starts singing
“Happy Birthday” and whispers “now blow
the candle out and make a wish but it can’t be about me”.
And then she kisses
me softly and walks away out of my life.
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