dear luke,
there are 20 days left in february. thank god for the fact that this isn't a leap year. i officially hate this month. it's a sunday and guess what. my freaking birthday is tomorrow. and i'll spend it alone.
you spent it with me last year. we threw cake at each other and dolloped frosting on each other's faces. i still have the polaroids from the camera you gave me that day. i still use it, your scent still lingers on it. only now it's different with you standing behind me making goofy faces.
and mom asked if i was planning spending it with anyone. i said no.
-aoife
