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.