The Best Birthday In years

It was the best birthday I'd had in years. There was no cake, no ice cream, no balloons ; just he and I- on a blanket under the stars in a park, after dark. It was the best because there was NO place I would rather have been than in his arms. Then again...I could have been stranded in the middle of a garbage dump and it would not have mattered. As long as I was with him, nothing mattered. Never before or since had anyone made me feel as loved, cared for or desired. It was the most beautiful two and a half months of my life. Excluding the birth of my son. Never have I loved someone so completely and honestly as I did him. At least not since my first high school love. Psychologists tell us there is a thing called seasonal depression or reactions to love and loss. A break-up like ours was like a death. So I guess I'm still mourning. I just don't understand! He sincerely loved me. At least it seemed so, when suddenly, without warning, a switch flipped and he despises me. My crime....unconditional Love.