Birthdays/Heartache

Nisha S
2 min readMay 7, 2022

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Birthdays come around once a year.

Everyone’s claim to celebrating life on a single date

filled with flowers and praise

melodies and cakes

decorated with a mishmash of love and icing.

I love birthdays

But none quite like I loved yours.

Because when yours glided by, time stood still-

I never wanted to keep moving;

Instead I saturated myself with thoughts of

your smile

for the 24 hours that felt like a lifetime.

A heart encircled the date

the only one I had written down in my perpetually outdated planner

And I couldn’t wait until the clock struck midnight

so that I could be the first to profess my love for your existence -

because all I breathed was your air.

It was a day of songs sung in vines and branches, ice cold ice cream, and temporary tattoos-

your favorite things that I readily gifted to you

apart from my soul.

To me, your birthday was never just a birthday.

So when you left me, the date started to hit me like a rock crashing through my chest bone,

knocking the wind out of me,

rendering me unable to breathe;

there was no air without you.

Tiny hearts shaped like mine still enveloped your name in my notepads

while heartache masked by kindness flooded my brain

as I crafted heart emoji filled birthday messages

to prove to you that I was fine without you.

But I wasn’t.

“Happy Birthday!! ❤ ❤ ❤ I hope you have an amazing day.

You are an incredible person

and I love you so much. ❤”

The second line was a lie

that the third line overrode.

And I still love you

despite my every logical desire to

cut the vestiges of you out of my brain

despite the pain and suffering

you continue to inflict on my tender heart

from miles away.

Birthdays became hard for me because of you.

Because every time yours comes around

I find myself remembering

your incredibly contagious laugh

the ways you stroked my hair

and gently touched my eyes

The way it used to be.

I don’t know when I’ll get over you.

I don’t know when I’ll be better.

But some day, your birthday will fall on

a random Tuesday

that I no longer think about

and I’ll sit back

watching the day leisurely pass

with a satisfied smile.

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Nisha S
Nisha S

Written by Nisha S

Lover of words,riddles,stories, and tales. Clumsy dancer, reader,& boba enthusiast. I love writing about culture,family, & all the craziness that is my life!

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