You know what's ironic?
It's when you keep wishing your first boyfriend a happy birthday every year on the wrong date. And it's not a 1 day or 2 day difference. It's like fucking 11 days for crying out loud!

Today is his birthday. Nope, sorry. It was eleven days ago. And if he didn't message to inform me that it was indeed 11 days ago, I wouldn't even have known. Oh god. Five years. For five goddamned years, I thought - I knew - it was 15th of March. Blahblahblah.

You know what's even more ironic?
It is when you finally realise that the day you had mistaken to be his birthday turns out to be the day he actually became your boyfriend.

And your first boyfriend, mind.