october 24, 2012
dear adam,
I know I wrote you yesterday, but today's a special day.
it's your 27th birthday.
happy 27 years of spinning around the sun.
I always thought we'd be wishing each other a hundred happy birthdays, but I consider myself lucky enough to have spun around the sun with you at all.
I hope you're eating some of Barb's famous creme brulee today; that you're surrounded by your favorite people, drinking your favorite beer, and hypothesizing how many more years it'll take for you to finally admit you've gotten old.
the crinkles around your eyes will tell the world before you'll ever admit it, yourself.
and I'll remember counting each freckle on your skin for a hundred revolutions more.
YOU ARE READING
letters to adam
Short Storydear adam, here are all of the words I wish I'd said before our love was lost forever. sincerely yours, aimee
