As I eat a cold hard-boiled egg wrapped in smoked salmon on the top deck of the bus I realize that, since the day we broke up, I have been counting down to Jen’s birthday. Hidden somewhere inside me, there was the belief that Jen’s birthday would mark the beginning of our relationship again. That it was going to open up our channels of communication and that she would be so overwhelmed by the memories of past birthdays spent together, there would be no other option but to reunite.
