“Do you believe in ‘new year, new me,’ hun?” I ask him after sipping the warm coffee, watching him finish his second birthday cake slice that we bought together this evening.
“Hmm, actually, not really,” he paused for a while, wiping the leftover cream from the corner of his lips, “since we can be a better person, a new version of ourselves, like, every day? Every single damn day, if we want to?”
Not knowing how to react, he senses that something lingers with me, but I just want him to explain more.
“As simple as, why do we have to wait until next year to be the best ‘me’?” he pointed out that one part to himself, “Our brains are braining even when we’re asleep.”
Oh well, he’s just right..
“But,” he joins me on the couch, “personally, I always wait for this special day to reflect on everything. Most importantly, about the year behind, things I did, what I regret, what I’m waiting for the most. Just happy over the vibe. Even if it’s not the best: the new me over the years. I still… a little bit in disbelief I made it here. Even better, than the little me could imagine”
A happy, soft, warm smile appears on his face, the smile that made me fall for him since the very first time.
“Sorry, don’t know what to get for your birthday gift since you can buy everything on your own. Nevertheless, it’s your 26th trip around the sun. Happy birthday, dear love.” I said.
He replies me with a simple nod, smiles that never fade away from his face and proceed to bring his lips to meet mine.
“no need any other gift, when you are the greatest things I could ask for, sweetheart.”
