Would I be getting my hopes up too high to wish that I would receive a text or a call from you on my birthday? I think I would. It’s been a whopping 50 days since we’ve last spoken to each other, although I know you don’t mind that at all. I’ve been holding onto nothing but hope, day in and day out. Each night I put my head to my pillow and try to tell myself I’m strong enough because I’ve gone one more day without you. I think that in 15 days you won’t bother saying a thing. It’s going to be an average ordinary day for you, as much as I wish you’d think of me, the way I think of you all the time.