Happy Birthday...

It's my X's birthday today. Why, after everything that has happened, and all the time that has passed, why do I still feel the need to call and wish him a happy birthday?? Why, why, why??? I just don't get it. Actually I do. I spent 14 years of my life with this man, and even though he ended it, I still feel things for him. I miss being a part of his daily life. I wish I didn't, but I do. Just because he didn't want to be a part of my daily life doesn't mean that I can just feel the same way. To be a part of a person's everyday life for that long is so significant. Someday's I still feel like a part of me is missing. I don't know if you ever get over that. I sure hope so, cuz I don't like the feeling. Well since I probably won't allow myself to call him, Happy Birthday Dave.