It was your birthday just yesterday. Less people every year are writing on your Facebook wall. People are moving on. Still, nobody knows that I kissed you. Still it is just me, feeling guilty for being the one who made you lose your best friend. It didn’t mean anything to me, I don’t think it meant anything to you either. We were both just there. And I hadn’t talked to either of you in years. I didn’t think he still harboured feelings. You were the one who said yes to a dance when I asked you both, you were the one who walked me home. Still, I feel guilty. He wasn’t there for you, and I certainly wasn’t. You didn’t want me there after you had already made such a big mistake with me. And now you are gone forever. I kissed you and you’re gone forever and I am the one keeping this secret. And you don’t even know how guilty I feel because you’re gone. Your whole world loved you. And now nobody will get to meet you, nobody new will know you, none of us can see what you would’ve become. You’re gone. I’m guilty. We kissed.
Happy birthday.