Yesterday was Neverending Boyfriend's 40th birthday. I'd like to say that I don't care and the date didn't mean anything to me...but we all know that's a lie. I'm a total softie where he's concerned and turning 40 was a Big Deal.
Considering we met when we were like 13 or 14, I honestly can't believe he's that old....or that I'm right around the corner. Not that I'll ever officially be older than 39, but you get the point.
And, yes, I am apparently incredibly weak and ended up calling him for the Big Day. Despite my strength at not talking to him for so long, after seeing him a few weeks ago, I guess I figured it didn't really matter. The floodgates have been opened. :( Blurgh.
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