as i sit on my room this morning, i know that i can’t say those words again. i can’t congratulate you literally on everything—even though i already type your number and ready to call you. but i didn’t call you years ago, i don’t do that today, i won’t ever do that again. because, darling, i know that you probably blocked my number.

i didn’t congratulate you when you get accepted in very prestigious college. i didn’t congratulate you when you finally in relationship with someone you love. i didn’t send those messages with very cheesy wishes for your birthday. since we went to separate paths i have lot of drafts on my phone.

so i type those famous three words even though i know this one will be just another draft on my phone.

“Happy Eid Mubarak.”

but it means more than that.:')