Celebration

Happy Birthday. That I cannot tell you this in person or by message is too much for me to bear—this medium happens to be my only resort.

To forget means no contact or memories. If I were to say this to you, your progress would be hindered. The heaviness of this situation is underscored by the fact that I don’t think of it whatsoever lest I cave and become flooded by what was.

No one will ever know. No one can. Ties were cut. Everything lost. But this is documented; I told you Happy Birthday. So—Happy 20th, friend. I miss you.