Don T Text Your Ex Happy Birthday Novels & Stories

“So, will you tell me how you landed here? Because I know you’re not someone who visits anyone’s place.” I didn’t reply to anything on which he sighed before speaking, “Fine, don’t tell me. But at least wish me a happy birthday if you want to.” Fuck! I closed my eyes in regret and then looked at him. I again forgot his birthday, just like every year, but you couldn’t blame me for that. Because every year on his birthday, my mood used to get spoiled for one reason or another. “Happy birthday, Liam. And I’m sorry, I…”

"Oh! Why do I start to express my feelings? It's really not like my style! I hate it, woo-woo..." "I originally wanted to delete these words, but it really took me a few minutes to type them. Anyway, you aren't an outsider. In this special day, you won't mind me expressing my feelings over the years, right? Ha-ha!" "Well, I won't say anything more. Elizabeth, happy birthday! May gladness fill you every hour on this special day! I wish you a happy life and sweet love. You deserve everything wonderful in this world! I love you so much!"

Adams- Hey sweet Bun, I totally forgot we have a team hangout today and as the leader I have to show up. My heart sank in my chest when I first read it. I looked around at my room, which I threw into disarray just because I was looking for the perfect fit. Anotger message came in, Adams: I hope you like your gift? I'll make it up to you. The birthday excitement was back with this text. I had to go to school to retrieve what it is in locker. By tomorrow, my birthday will be over and it won't feel the same.

Open and I come across a beautiful message: “You are at the height of the maturity of the experience, and you have to be very proud of it. Thank you for being part of my life, for being attentive to me in the moments I sought your help and could tell. I really like you, and I will ask God to keep good days in your life and that we can continue to understand each other in our relationship. Happy Birthday, you are Happy with this date. Always yours, Carlos.”

I found my phone and sent a quick text to Tristan. I wondered if I should text Damon, tell him something or just wish him. Maybe he would like that or he would absolutely hate it. It was one way or the other. I decided to fuck it and send a text, it didn't matter what happened. He was mine after all, I shouldn't have to be worried about him liking it. “Happy graduation handsome. I know you earned valedictorian and I can't wait for you to kill it and maybe kiss me, who knows?"

After hesitating for a few minutes, Sinead still wrote back to thank them. As soon as her message went out, the screen showed that the other side was typing. Very soon, a new message came in: [Sinead, I know you don't want to bring up what happened in the past, and I don't want to spoil your good mood on your happiest day. So, let me wish you a very happy birthday and all the best. Remember to eat lots of cake.]

She leaned back in her seat. I kind of felt attacked. "Okay, in my defence," I started, placing my hand on my chest. "That was Chris making me laugh yesterday, not Dean." "I mean, is it wise to be texting and having FaceTime sessions with your ex so much?" She raised an eyebrow. "Didn't you say he has a girlfriend now?" "Y-Yeah, he does but," I shrugged, "I don't know, we're just kind of excited to be back in each other's lives and friends text a lot, don't they?"

m. He was supposed to be home at seven. She reached for her phone, opening their text thread. No new message. Her lips tugged into a nervous smile as she typed: “Everything okay? I made something special for your birthday!” She added a smiley face. Then deleted it. Too eager? She added it back. Then pressed send. She checked the kitchen, again. Stirred the sauce. The phone buzzed. Gabriel: “Hey love. Something urgent came up at work. I’m so sorry. Can we do a raincheck tomorrow? I’ll make it up to you. Promise.”

My phone buzzed, jolting me out of my thoughts, I yawned loudly, stretching my hands as I slowly twisted my neck, I walked up to the table where I had dropped my phone last night and picked it up, my heart did a flip as my inner churned with excitement, it was a message from Gabriel. Gabriel: [To the best princess in the world, I want to say a beautiful happy birthday to you, my little doll, you have brought so much light and joy into my life and I would never trade that for anything. This finished man right here is wishing you a blessed happy birthday, and more birthdays to celebrate, I love you baby, see you soon,]

The only person who knows my address is Lev, and I plan on keeping it that way. I text Noah back quickly, even though I know I should wait. Everyone in the world will tell you to wait at least a few minutes, if not an hour or more before texting your ex if they’re bugging you, but we haven’t talked in almost a month. Having him text me first feels like winning. My thumbs fly over the keyboard. That’s all he gets. Just one word, and I’m back to painting. I pick up my brush and resume where I left off.