That day was a beautiful day. The sun rose brightly enlightening the cloudy day of yesterday. I rode my bicycle to the promised place, expecting that I was the first to arrive.
   As I was arriving, I saw a picnic basket on the table we used to sit. I smiled to myself and parked the bike near the stairs. I walked briskly and opened the basket curiously. There was nothing inside it except a couple of plates and cups and some cutleries. I turned as my ears catched the sound of twigs breaking.

   Happy birthday to you,
   Happy birthday to you,
   Happy birthday dear Irene,
   Happy birthday to you.

   Aaron sang for me. I was in shock. My thoughts went off remebering the date of today.

   "Dear, happy birthday in advance. I just thought that it would be nice if we celebrate it earlier." He said with cloudy eyes. I got what he was trying to do. I cracked a smile and sat with him at the table. We ate the cake in silent. It was really awkward.

   "Why are you so quiet? Its your happy day, say something!"
   "Umm, thank you for your consideration." Why am i talking in such formal language?! I thought to myself. "So, where's my birthday present?"

   "Present?" He wrinkled his forehead. "It.. got lost in the mail..?"

   "Lost?" What an obvious excuse! "Then you should get me another, silly!" I mocked him. And he answered with a quick smile.

   And as he was finishing his cup of tea, I packed things back into the basket. I stood out and took the basket with me, "leaving yet?" I asked.
   He kept on smiling. It's odd.
   "Aaron, please stop it. Let's go back to the hospital. I guess you skipped your morning check up?"
   his smile faded.
   "Come on Aaron, you should get back to the hospital."

   He sighed and walked towards me. Handing the cup to me, he smiled and said "you know how much i love you, right?"

  "Yeah right, you pie-muddled head! Now get on your bike, we're going back!" I kicked his right leg. Trying to act natural just like we used to be cursing at each other in the past. Its not long ago that we were fighting like cats and dogs until recently - after he was diagnosed with last stage of brain cancer - he confessed to me his true feeling and things had been awkward. I kind of missed those blood-boiling moments.

  Aaron picked his bike that he parked under the big oak tree. I noticed he hesitated on riding it as if he was losing his stability. He called my name and looked into my eyes. "I love you, sorry."
  And he flopped right to the ground.




  Who would have thought that will be the last time I'd see him smiling? For all the days we were together, why did he chose the sad days to admit his love?
   I really wish he never did.

Sept 13, 15 -10.13 am
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