Sometime around my seventeenth birthday,
in fact,
exactly on my seventeenth birthday,
I was sat,
crowded by people who loved me,
staring down a cake,
that made me anxious,
making a wish,
for someone else to love me,
differently,
obviously.
I wasted a wish,
on a waste of time,
waiting for too long,
for the wrong kind of love,
because I wasn’t worldly enough,
to see it for what it was.
When I closed my eyes,
to ask everything around me,
for the birthday gift nobody could give me,
I heard the last minute or so,
of Let There Be Love,
like I always did,
when I looked at you,
and for a second,
I thought it might come true.
Sincerely, Jennifer x 