Part of me knew I was gonna end up crying today. Maybe that's why I stayed up until six reading an angsty book. I could blame it on that instead.
I never thought I would send you a text again after that day. My God, was I wrong. I still don't know why I did it.
Nineteen. You would've been nineteen today.
Happy birthday, Ti amo. I'll see you on the other side, 'til we meet again.
