"Oh no... I'm late. It's already twelve o'clock, damn it...already his birthday, I haven't even cook any food. What's left at home? There are just rice and eggs. Aish..."   "Yah, why are you talking to yourself? Whose birthday? And what...twelve o'clock? It's not twelve o'clock yet. I would know that. I finish my shift at twelve."   "You don't understand. It's already twelve. At least to him." I mumble the last few words to myself. She wouldn't understand anyway.   "Yah, you're crazy. It's just eleven. Gosh...I wish it's already twelve. What time will you finish?"   "Four." 'Four...four...five.' I chanted to myself.    No. This will not do. It will be too late. He would have gotten up and ready for work by then. He would think I missed his birthday, to not wish him anything by then. He would think I forgot. He would think I didn't care. Maybe he wouldn't care about it. Maybe he would be sad. How would I know? But one thing for sure...I can't let that happen. I can't let him misunderstood his importance to me.   I love him.   He should've known it long ago. Even though I never manage to tell him those words, and it's always him who would tell it over and over again, as I just silently take it all in, and even though I knew I should've told him at least once, since he's such a pabo prince who gets mistaken with a lot of things and is often clueless and needs a lot of explanation to understand things, everytime I wanted to say it, words would get stuck in my throat, and I would just smile seeing him doing his usual aegyo to win my heart, which he probably does on other girls too, since he's a player and he's popular with girls anyway. Still, he should know. That he stands the tallest in my heart. Does he know? Does he even need to know?   "Yah, where are you going? Why did you stand up?"   "I...I can't go on any longer. I need to go back now."   "Hey, you can't! You said you'll finish at four, didn't you? What will Boss say?"   "Just..." I ignore the words and start packing my things, throwing everything into my bag.   Soon, I'm already out in the streets. Thanks to running away from work just for him, I manage to catch the last bus, and stop three stops farther than my own stop, to drop by at the twenty four hour mart, since cake shops are all already closed for the day. It's not that bad. They do sell cakes too. And stuffs. I couldn't choose between the chocolate moist cake and the layered cake with strawberry jam, so I ended up buying both, though I'm not sure if we will be able to finish them. Well, he's a foodie. Surely he would be able to, wouldn't he? The instant noodles catch my attention on my way out. He loves them, even though he's a rich guy and they're simple food. I love them too. Well, not as much as he love them, but still, living on my own, they're very practical. So it's no surprise I end up with a bunch of them too. Maybe we can eat them together. Maybe.   I glance at my wristwatch and it's almost twelve. Maybe in less than ten minutes. And I quicken my walking pace, hoping to at least reach home by then, even if he's most likely either already asleep or too busy with work to even sleep. Lately he's been looking like a walking zombie and that worries me, and it pains me that there's nothing I could do to make things better for him. But I know he will make it through. I know he's happy. Because his tiresome lifestyle now is the price he's paying for success - something he want more than anything, something we all crave for in life. So I'm happy for him, because I know he's happy. But still, I can't help but to worry, whenever I see him dozing off while working. Sometimes I want to tell him to just take it slow. But then again, his work is different than mine. His life is different. I'm just a normal office slave. He's a supernova. He needs to work as hard as he could continuously while on demand, to become as bright as possible, brighter and brighter, until he becomes so bright and explodes. It looks suicidal to me, but he disagrees, of course. And it doesn't matter. He is all that matters. His happiness. What he wants.   My phone rings.   "Hey, where did you went to?! Why did you go back just like that? You're supposed to be working until..."   I turn off the phone. He didn't even ask if I went out because I was sick or anything. Just straight to the scolding tone. Well, not that I'm sick anyway, if sickly in love doesn't count, that is.   Well, I guess, I'll just have to deal with his noisy chirping the next day, and a little stain on my discipline record and reputation at work. I'm not so bothered by that.   "Ma'am, would you like to buy flowers or fruits?" A pleasant voice calls for my attention, I presume, since I'm all alone walking the long journey back home by foot.   There are quite a variation of flowers and a feast of colours, besides the fruits neatly lined on the wooden racks at the roadside stall. Maybe I can buy some for him. I know it's a bit strange for a girl to buy flowers for a guy, but...what the hell...he's not all that pretend-to-act-manly and all anyway. Besides, a real man will be able to appreciate flowers, right? I don't know. I just want to meet him soon. As soon as possible.   "Can I have..."   "Roses?" The boy who looked like a late teenager suggested with a grin.   "Hmm, Chrysanthemum, yellow ones. Make it twenty-three in a bouquet. And please tie it with a silver ribbon" 'Because silver is his favourite colour.' I note to myself, proud that I still remember that, even if he has change his taste by now. He's been too busy lately, and so am I, for me to find out his latest taste.   He frowns and doesn't immediately prepare my order.   "Is there anything wrong?"   "Why do you want yellow Chrysanthemum, Ma'am?"   "What's wrong with yellow Chrysanthemum?"   "They symbolizes unreciprocated,