I'll take the hit.

Even if it breaks your heart, you take the hit. 

Because when you were anticipating that moment you would see him again, and your heart races.
And when you saw him through the parted crowds, you habitually draw a smile. 
As he opened his mouth and said, "Hi", your knees nearly buckle.
When he's sitting across from you and he compliments you, your insides do backflips. 
Through your conversation, you look away once in a while so he wouldnt catch your stares - into his eyes.
Watching his hand gestures, you look for that adorable kink in his fingers. That slight, crooked imperfection, you have always loved. 

And then, that scene in the coffeeshop, seemed all too familiar, seemed all too routine, like nothing had changed.

But, as the time came to say goodbye. You hold back your feelings, you hold back your tears. 
And you brace yourself, for that hit.

Then you say, "Happy Birthday hun,"

xx