Read 'em and weep

I took me hours to finish reading the card. Not simply because of my impaired vision resulting from the flood pouring out of my eyes but because of his illegible handwriting (doctors have nothing on him...)

Remember how I was torturing myself by wondering if he ever thinks of me? Yes he does, every day apparently. He just hasn't been able to pluck up the courage to call me. The courage?? I had to pick myself up from the floor after he turned down my offer to spend the rest of my life with him but he can't pick up the phone??

He also wants to know if there still might be a chance of a life together. According to him these have been the best years  of his life. And why wouldn't they have?! I served him breakfast in bed every Sunday! I gave him weekly facials! I cooked him a three-course dinner every night ( how dare he not want to marry me- I'd marry me for my croquetas alone!) ! I put up with his obsession with Scottish hi-fi! I surprised him with a ticket to see The Who when he didn't even know they were touring again! I tolerated his mother invading our holidays! I baked him bread (and I make a mean foccaccia...)! Once I actually ironed his shirts! And I never had a headache!

So now what? Is this his Grand Gesture that's supposed to make it all better? Doesn't he have any idea how badly he's hurt me? I'm an emotional wreck. Screw Titanic- James Cameron should make a film about me!

I don't know what to do. But I do know I don't want to end up in this same place in another year. I couldn't even sleep as my mind kept going through the card over and over again. Something about it really bothered me. In the morning it came to me. He never, not once mentioned my birthday. After everything he's already done he forgot my birthday???