Crossroads

Tomorrow is my Ex’s birthday. This doesn’t mean much to me now except my birthday is two weeks later. I was born on the sixteenth of March while she was born on the fourth. My biggest problem with this whole situation is that it seems I will never be able to forget her birthday.

Me

A photograph of myself  taken by my ex-girlfriend

Hell, I don’t even remember my mum’s birthday. I mean…like WTF. What kind of guy remembers his Ex birthday but forgets his mum’s. Trust me, I don’t want to remember my Ex’s birthday either…not after all the pain, but I can’t help it. It’s not funny. Every year, I am thinking about my upcoming birthday, and bam! just like that…her birthday crosses my mind like a crazy naked lady on a scooter running a red light.

She doesn’t deserve anymore attention than I have already given her, but since she has crossed my mind once again, we might as well make her the subject of this post.

There is one thing I cannot I deny. She is a proficient artist herself. The picture you see on the right was taken by her. She was presented with the opportunity to take this photograph as reflected sunlight  made its way through the front door of our home on a late afternoon in San Francisco. The sunlight caught me at just the right moment, and with just a few minutes of sunlight to spare, she captured an image that could possibly explain my entire period in California .