Hubby asked ''why don't you have any friends that celebrates your birthday with you?''. Deep inside me, somewhere, hubby doesn't know this part of me. He's lucky he has friends like his. Though i'm also friends with them, but it's different, i'm more like a friend's girlfriend. but anyway, Don't want to talk about that.
I started thinking what i wanted when hubby asked me about a month ago. What do i really want? it's not that i have anything. i would say, i want that top from topshop, or that pair of killer heels. or this perfume. or that shades, or a handbag. there are LOADS a girl would want. i could even say i want a diamond pendant or what-so-ever. but then, i don't want something that just spells 'M-O-N-E-Y''. though i would be happy, which girl wouldn't?
But, i feel. i want a loved birthday. where the boyfriend makes something creative. or maybe a single rose would lighten up my day. Even if it's a combination of pictures of stitches. and us.. Or a collage picture of hubby himself. Or, a simple love letter describing what i mean to him would be so much better than a Burberry handbag, or a Prada shades.
All i wish, is something memorable.
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