I only have a blog space for you.

With no money to buy and send an expensive gift,

With no flowers to decorate a bouquet to him,

I only have this blog space to give when everyone will sing- "happy birthday" to him.

One, two, three, and I was free.

No more love wishes to find.

No desires to try my luck for one last time.

A resentment to get a soulmate,

No longings for, coffees, gifts, cards or a date.

A belief that I have  passed all the ones God had sent for me, I moved on, and on, too busy to notice that "he" had already happened to me.

Suddenly, my message packs were back, online chats, rather long online chats were back,

Trust me, I had quit the thought of ever having a person who will make me even sit infront of the messenger.

I started to try "rock music" because he like it,

I started to schedule my work so that I can talk to him,

I wanted to play safe whenever I asked "do you like someone?" (silly me)

I smiled whenever I saw his name on the mobile screen.

He said I was great, I found him incredible.

He said I had an amazing life state, I found him at the same.

He said she is just a friend, I felt jealous.

He said I was gorgeous, I found him sexy.

He called me talented, I say, he was intelligent.

It was strikingly fulfilling and honestly fantastic.

Just when I thought of giving up to him, 

Just when I thought, he might be the one,

It crashed,

I am still bewildered.

What happened, I don't know.

I am back to my diligency, trying hard to make everyone proud, him too.

I still count three and consider myself free,

I guess it will always be better this way, may be life is just a long shopping spree.

So today, on your day,

I say thankyou for everything,

for listening to my useless gossips,

for bitching with me about people only I know,

for being patient to answer my awkward questions,

for telling me that you are proud of me,

for helping me believe in myself, and 

for being my favourite actress.

But sadly, I don't have a stage to dedicate a performance to you,

I don't have a song to play for you,

No fancy cookies to cook for you,

Along with this blog space as a gift,

Sweetheart!

I sing "happy birthday to you".

:)