October 31st 2022, It's 11:59 pm and I'm patiently awaiting the saddest birthday I will ever experience with a letter in my right hand that contains matters of a broken heart secured with a golden wax seal and a cold beer in my left.
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It's almost 12am and I should not be awake. I have work in a few hours therefore I should be fast asleep in my one bedroom New York apartment on my black cotton bedsheets legs sprawled out whiles I drool on my pillow but here I am strolling through central park in the dead of night thinking about you.
At least it's not raining.
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I'm turning 20 in one minute and the memory of what you had promised me 2 years ago has burnt inside my head.
On this same path at this same hour you promised me that we'll walk together. In the coldness of the night, you'll hold my hand and we'll talk about something, anything and everything. It was a bit cheesy but none of us cared. I was always the hopeless romantic and you were the missing piece to my puzzle, only the two of us as it always was and it always will be.
