on any given day, march 9 is important enough.

there's my dad's birthday. really, all my boys and boylets pale in comparison next to him.

there's unica hija's birthday. really, if i were half the woman that she is at her age, i'd have nothing to worry about.

but really, march 9 is just that, yet another day in the calendar. a week after my birthday, 51 more until the next.

except that today i finally have to say goodbye to him (he's been promoted from best guy bud to guardian angel).

and i have to say goodbye to the boy.

-oOo-

relationships ending are either of two things. it could be your huge big blow-out, a lot of screaming and shouting and cursing. or, it could be your peaceful (but oh-so-full-of-crap) "let's just be friends."

i had neither.

i got the cold shoulder.

he dropped ten million of my calls.
he didn't reply to my five million messages.
he ignored my attempts to contact him through other unconventional means.

funny thing though was that it doesn't even have anything to do with me being a lying, cheating fink.

was i not good enough? i don't really know.
was i not cute enough? your guess is an good as mine.
was i not acceptable to his friends/family/business partners? maybe.

it feels like the lae interview all over again.

the feeling of not knowing. the feeling of despair. the feeling that its the rest of your life hanging by a thread.

-oOo-

happy birthday, papa.

happy birthday, unica hija.

goodbye, chio.

goodbye jay.