I would have thought it'd be over by now, that I would quietly let this day go by and not remember it as the 44th year. But I've thought about nothing else all day. I've thought about it being the 44th time, the 44th moment that I've let you into a peak of my life and my craziness and how you've constantly remained the calm to my madness. I've thought about what that calm would be like up close. People ask me, why him? And with everything about it that I can't quite describe, I simply say, because he is the cool water that lets my anger cool. Even though I am yet to meet him, I know there is a calm in there that my searching self needs. So to the 44th year, another year where we don't get to meet and I get to live this chaotic life constantly searching for your replacement, to this day all I can simply say, is Happy Birthday, Keanu. So much I wish we were but for now, you'd just simply remain my constant obsession.
Anita.
She moved forward towards him, kneeling to face him, her hand caressed the lines on his face, tracing out his beard stubble with the tips of her fingers, getting to his mouth, she stopped and wondered if this would be a good time to push that mouth closer to hers, for a soft kiss, to kiss away the troubles from those eyes. She stopped at the scar on his upper lips, gently rubbing it to get a reaction from him. And then, she moved her face closer to his, their cheeks a breath apart, and with a gentle inhale, she smelled the softness of his cheek, his breath slowly enveloping hers.
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