Water over the bridge.

Every year.
Every year I think about it... I try to ignore it, but I still end up giving it some serious consideration. Should I send her a message?
Happy Birthday.
Just two words.
It doesn't have to be anything more than that... but I know that's not true.
If I say anything, I risk rebuilding this bridge. As much as I want to... I know that some things are better off broken. I know if I start, I won't stop. I'll gravitate back into her life.
I'll hate it.
And she'll hate it.
After all these years, I'm still in love with her.
As long as that's the case, I cannot be her friend.
So every year, I think about saying it...
and every year, I don't.