Hey,

We will grow old together.

Get used to it.
I miss your birth day,
I will remember it a few days later,
It is going to happen till I die.
The only thing which will change is when by how many days I miss.
The more I miss, the older I get and more I grovel.

One fine day you will realize that, may be he misses it deliberately so that he can grovel, another excuse to talk to me and then you smile. I hope to peep-in through the door and catch you doing that. Bliss!