Let us celebrate that you
today is again older than me
like most things you'd outgrown me.
A silly metaphor that you
are wiser, stronger, better than me.
Would've wanted nothing more than me
being wrong about the idea that, you
will easily move on from me.
But for someone accused by you
of always wanting to be right. I
have never felt more ashamed to you
for feeling morbidly good for myself
by not being wrong about us.

I knowingly mentioned before to
you how I think what it felt for
me was a testament that
I did not betray myself.
For chasing my own happiness—
us. Even you kind of betrayed
me. I just wish you didn't betray
yourself. For "surviving"
me. For holding onto the idea of
us in your head, not me in real life.
For not chasing your happiness until
you are almost 28 years old which
I apparently could have never given you.