There Was The One

...There was the one that made me feel like nothing else mattered. There was the one who made sleep easy. There was the one who made it impossible to stay mad. And there was the one. He was the one.

...He was the one my mother loved. He was the one who loved me unconditionally. He was the one who waited for me. He was the one who taught me. He was the encouraging one. He encouraged me to believe in me.

...I left him. I was too blind to see. He was the one. Stupid me.

5 wheels

So...in celebration of my birthday (that was four days ago), a friend and I decided to do something this weekend. A trip to the movies was her proposal and I (because I really would like to see the new Tyler Perry movie) accepted. However, while drudging through my last few minutes of "work," I received a call from her informing me that there had been a small change to the plan. Enter her boyfriend, a mutual friend (and her boyfriend). I am now officially the 5th wheel. At some point, I'm sure I'll get used to this seeing as how hanging out with other single women is slowly but surely becoming a thing of the past. Although I said it, I have yet to understand how this is truly in celebration of my birthday. Why would I want to be reminded of this cavity? I want to see the movie but 'To see or not to see?' That is the question.