I must have ran through at least a million times in my mind the scenarios where I see you again and what I will do or say. It must have been about four years now since we last met. For four years you're like a ghost, you were my ghost. And there you are, walking right into my view. In that crowded place I see you, and her. It was exactly how I imagined it to be, except I was shaking a lot more badly. The first thing that came to my mind was it's your birthday tomorrow. I hope she makes you happy. Happy Birthday to you. My almost lover. Goodbye and I wish you only the very best. I will always love you.