I don't really celebrate it. Of course it's kinda special when you were born on this day long ago. Always wanted to share it with someone special. Unfortunately it's me, myself and I again. But I didn't want to feel bad. So I had breakfast at my favorite Portuguese, drove to the baltic sea, walked at the beach, had a piece of chocolate cake, got a massage and went to the sauna. It's all better than I thought because for me all that counts is to share these moments. I still wish I met "you" but I haven't. I'm okay.