Out of the fucking blue you wish me a happy birthday. You haven’t spoken to me in a year and made plainly clear you didn’t want to continue being my friend. I don’t know what you’re thinking but the idea of letting you back in my life seems dangerous at best.
God, I would love to screw your brains out again.
No, it’s not the ex. Someone else who was a huge part of my life that exited it willingly when she decided she couldn’t live with my life choices.