Today was M's bday. I made a card, bought a cake, and paid for dinner.
There was no present. There usually never is, unless I know very specifically that there is something she wants or needs. But everything I did, I truly meant, with all my heart, and just wanted to make her happy.
M seemed happy and satisfied with it.
But...a part of me can't help but wonder...what is she really thinking when I do all these things for her? Is she really happy that I care? Or does she still think that I'm doing things to compensate or hide something? In the end, perhaps everything I do amounts to nothing.
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