We made it.
Well, I made it at least. Your birthday isn't for some time yet. The way things are looking, I won't get to help you celebrate your next decade and that really bums me out.
I'm not sure this situation can ever be cured.
I'm afraid I will have to live the rest of my days with this expansive chasm ripped right down the center of my heart.
I am fully prepared to do just that. I've been building this bridge, one plank at a time, so I can travel back and forth across it in search of you. I don't know which side you may show up on so I have to patrol each one all day long. Don't worry. I'm not tired.
Anytime you choose. I'll be here.
I know if you were here you would tell me Happy Birthday so I'll say it silently to myself from you. I'll pick out a really pretty or salacious poem or piece of writing to gift to myself and I'll read it later tonight when I get home.
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