It was his birthday.
I had been anticipating it; probably more than him, but I wouldn't have known. He didn't say much about it, either. He's probably not looking forward to finally being 18, I thought to myself on more than one occasion, but it didn't stop me for being happy for him. The plans were dinner with his family, and back to his house for cake. It sounded like a grand time. But
he was still a little quiet about it until that day.
I didn't know if there was something wrong or not, but
I would come to know, loving him meant loving the fact I wouldn't always know what was going on in his head. And
I'm okay with that now.
The night of his birthday came, all too fast for me, since I was only home for a set amount of time. I wished more than once for a little more time with him
three weeks didn't seem like enough. But, I greeted him and his family with a bright smile. It seemed as if he reveled in all that birthday attention. Very out of character for