Luxury

“What do you want for your birthday?”
I sent him a message back, “I’m not sure what I want. Let me think about it for it a bit. I’ll get back to you.”

I wanted to think of a way to tell him what I wanted for my birthday, was something that he couldn’t give me. I wanted a real date; nothing fancy, a meal, maybe cooked by him, a movie at home curled up in his arms; a day with him without his phone. Something that would seem so everyday to most, would a high priced luxury to me.

What could the other women possibly want for her birthday?
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