Today was supposed to be my best friend’s 24th birthday. Dest was one of my biggest supporters on here and the biggest reason why Busyhead ever got as far as it did in the first place. Every time I open this app, I miss her. Every time I breathe, I miss her.
I’ve now been 23 for as long as she was, which is weird, because we were only ever supposed to be the same age for a month. She’s shown me how love becomes grief, and how grief makes sure that love never disappears.
Happy birthday Dest. I wish we were celebrating with you instead of honoring you today.