Touching Birthday Message To Myself Novels & Stories

The letter read: Theonardo, I'm aware I'm probably the last person you want to hear from, so I'll spare you the uncomfortable apologies, but I needed to say something. I know we don't do the soppy stuff, but I appreciate you being there for me when I was at my worst. I didn't deserve you, and I'll never forgive myself for the mistakes I made. Knowing you was one hell of a ride though. I'll never forget it. Happy birthday, man. I'll have a drink for you.

First, that rude Alpha last night turns my world upside down, and now I’m feeling guilty over knocking out Fatso? What’s next? Tea parties and hugging circles? I must be going either bat-shit crazy… …or man-crazy. Either way, this day is NOT going to ruin my mood. Because guess what? My birthday is coming. YAY YAY YAY !

It was perfect, sleek and confident, just how I wanted to feel again. I checked the price, then smiled. Expensive, yes, but not out of reach. Maybe I deserve something good this year. That was when I remembered, my birthday. Just three days away. I had completely forgotten. Nobody in the pack knew, and Damon never cared. I sighed and clicked “Add to Cart.” I told them to hold the delivery for three days. “I think I need to gift myself this year,” I whispered to my reflection in the mirror. “It’s not easy being strong.”

He squeezed and rubbed it in return. "Happy birthday. It's not like me to write letters like these cause I often just call and say 'happy birthday'. But the thing is, your birthday is at the end of the year. So I don't know if I would still be alive by then." "What?" Cayden whispers. "Wait..."

I ended up giggling at myself sarcastically. I really got myself someone so precious. “Yohan.” I held his hand, “It’s 12th today.” I talked to him, “I thought we’d spend my birthday together this year, I was so excited for it, so aren’t you going to wake up?” I looked at his sleeping figure. “The day is passing by, it’ll soon be evening and for the first time in years I care about this day.” I placed my hand on his cheek, “For the first time I looked forward to it because of you.” I whispered the words as I caressed his cheek with my thumb, “I’m waiting for you.”

I may have to burn them. I'm terrible at this. But the cake is about to come out of the oven and I don't have time to start a new letter all over again. What I'm trying to say is: you're one of the greatest people I've ever known. It's really a shame that you haven't had anyone around to tell you that, or throw you a birthday party, or just thank you for being you. You're someone worth celebrating. Happy Birthday Ana

My daughter ran to me and jumped in my arms and said " dada don't cry it's your birthday ... Happy birthday dada " Saying this she cleaned my tears away from my eyes to make me realise that I am crying in fear and in insecurity ... ' what... birthday ? ' I got confused but soon realisation slapped me .. that today is really my birthday .. Then one by one everyone wished me only Amoli is left ... It's true that I am surprised because I myself don't remember my own birthday ... ' maybe for you , your birthday is not special than your wife's smiling face ... ' my brain said and I hummed in response because it's true .

Davina: HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY LOVE! Another message followed immediately. Cynthia: Happy birthday Amara. May this year be kind to you. Then another. And another. I blinked at the screen, my lips tugging into a small smile. It felt… nice. But it didn’t feel like some big moment. Not the way birthdays used to feel when I was younger. Now it just felt like a date on the calendar that everyone else remembered more than I did. I dropped the phone on my bed and sat up. “Another year,” I muttered, more to myself than anything.

Zoey POV "As the darkness passes to a glorious morning, dear God go with me everywhere and let your blessings be upon me. Amen." I said a quick prayer and did the cross sign. I picked up my phone from the nightstand and unlocked it. As always, there was a message waiting to be read. HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MY LOVE. It read. From a hidden number. This has always happened on my birthday every year for a couple of years now. I have stopped letting it disturb my peace of mind.

July 11th. My birthday. I turned twenty-four today. The realization hit me like a wave. I stood there, frozen, staring at the date I had tried so hard to forget. Every year, I told myself it didn't matter...but the truth was always there, waiting for me to acknowledge it. I traced the number with my fingertip. For the past year I had hoped that at least I would get to be celebrated, but I had been disappointed.