PHIL BRANDON

They say birthdays hold beautiful memories, and should be celebrated in the best way possible, but there really wasn't anything worth celebrating about this year's. Well, maybe my thoughts are subjective.

I woke up to a beautiful morning on my birthday, but I couldn’t shake off the feeling of unease that had been gnawing at me since after my last meeting with Jessica. I had been hoping to hear from her, but there was no sign of her. I should have collected her number instead of giving her mine. I looked out through my window and couldn't help but admire how beautiful the morning was. The sun had...