Her trembling hands reached for the telephone on the table. Putting the handset to her ear, her weak fingers dialed a phone number. A long sigh escaped her cracked lips.
“Where are you?” she uttered in a tone of anticipation. “It’s my birthday and you haven’t even arrived yet. Ah, I get it. You must be sitting in that florist shop perplexed about which flowers to gift me. You always do that, silly. But the truth is, I don’t care if you bring me a bouquet of fragrancy red roses or a bunch of vibrant orchids. The only thing that can bring a smile on my face right now is you. It’s been way too long since I haven’t seen you. And trust me, I’ve been missing everything about us. I miss the hugs that feel like home, the passionate kisses in which our tongues battle with each other like crazy, the words you whisper into my ears making me shiver, the way you roll on the floor laughing every time I sing. Every. Single. Thing.
And yet, I’m mad at you. Do you know why? It’s because I haven’t received a single phone call from you since the day you left for England. I had to spend so many birthdays without you that I’ve totally lost count. You made so many promises to return as soon as you get a job and then make me yours forever. But why aren’t you here yet? It’s been forever since I’ve been waiting for your arrival. Believe me, a lot of guys asked me to marry them, and I turned down all of their proposals. Do you know why? Because you are the only one whom I wanna spend the rest of my life with. Please come back as soon as possible, babe. I miss you. I just. . .”
“Happy Birthday, Miss Hayley,” a voice interrupted her conversation. It was a nurse holding a cake with 78 candles adorned on it. “Keep that old telephone away on your birthday atleast. How many times do I have to tell you that the cords are disconnected? Come on, let’s go to the hall. The other patients are eagerly waiting for you.”