While driving on my way to her wedding, I decided to play one last clip.
The clip where the contents are pain, regrets and everything in between. The clip I made when I was all alone with her birthday letter—crying.
The night they met.
It was my 22nd birthday. I can clearly remember I was so busy that day because a week ago, I just got hired. I just got my first job. I almost forgot it was my birthday.
I didn't receive any texts or any messages from anyone that time. Not even from my family. That made me forget more that, that day was actually my birthday.
I was actually waiting for them to greet me. Yeah, little bit I was expecting until it was almost 6 PM and I'm about to go home. I thought they didn't remember.
While packing my things up, my co-worker just said something loud. "Hey, someone's celebrating his debut today!". They all came together in my table asking me if there was any plan or what.
They asked me to come with them, and celebrate. I refused. I said no. But this old man with position(in the company), just barged in and said, "Isn't it too disrespectful to refuse your seniors when all they want is to celebrate your birthday?", they all agreed.
I was pressured, so then I came with them. We went to a bar and drink. They get their respective woman and I just drinked. Women didn't interest me that time and until now— no one but her. I was a bit sad because no one remembered my birthday. Sadder, not even Selena.
Maybe she just forgot. Or maybe she was just busy.
In my previous birthdays, we even went out to hike, to the beach and from island to island. But, this year— it's not like the years before.
It's the first time, I wasn't with her on my birthday. And that's sad.
"Do really adulting have to suck everything? Including the special ones in our life?", I knew I asked it to myself while drowning to alcohol that time.
Little did I know, some tragic surprise is waiting for me.