It’s your birthday and it’s been half a year since we haven’t kept in touch. The notifications on my phone agenda are the ones which ring in your place after you blocked me on all your social media. I don’t know though why you didn’t block my phone number, the main way to contact you.

It has been a long time since I learnt to bury my pride underground and thar it doesn’t show, so I type your name on WhatsApp, I open the conversation and I say happy birthday to you: “Have a nice day”. I close the conversation.

I completely forget about it until I get a notification: “Thanks. be sure of it.”

The conversation was never followed.

There was never a response.

There was never anything else.

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