Nada Nada Nada
The choice is simple.
I’m meeting you, of whom I have waited for years – the answer to prayers secretly, fervently whispered at night.
I’m meeting you, for it’s been quite some time – gently reminiscing quiet chats we used to share.
I’m meeting you, despite that this Saturday I have to attend a corporate meeting – yes, even in a Saturday.
But what would I benefit, should I sit, silently with boredom, in that boardroom and pretend to grasp issues and resolutions of which I care little about.
But really, the meeting would go on anyway without my presence, even without my voice.
But I would not let this Saturday go without feeling your presence, without hearing your voice.
And so I shall see you, this Saturday.
For the choice is simple.
Happy birthday former stranger.
Happy birthday
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