Bang Chan

You were inseparable for three years. You and Chris. Then it seemed like forever.

But life turned out differently: your personalities didn’t get along, a difficult period broke the fragile balance, and you broke up. There's an emptiness inside. A sadness that won't go away. Friends supported me as best they could, but at night it still hurt.

A year passed. Then a second. And you were still bored. I still couldn't live without him. And she quietly loved him, although his contacts had long been lost in the shuffle of days.

Your birthday is coming. You are 23. You've almost gotten used to falling asleep thinking about him.

At 0:00 a.m. a friend calls: — Go outside.

You knew: there will be congratulations, there will be gifts, there will be candles. But for some reason my heart sank.

You came out. They hugged you, made you blow out the candle and make a wish. And then they said quietly:

• Close your eyes. This is a special gift.

You obeyed. One second. Another. A third.

You open your eyes and the world turns upside down.

Chris is standing in front of you. Smiles. And on it... a huge pink bow.

He looks as if these two years never happened.

Chris:

• Hello, princess. Did you miss me?