Dear... CL
Today's your 32nd birthday, April 15th.
I think six months ago I was hoping I could have you visit and we could celebrate it here.
I really wanted to show you a bit of my life, how I live and where I sleep.
I miss you and I don't know what else to do, it's almost obsessive at this point.
I don't want to keep tabs anymore. I don't hurt over you anymore. I just wish you were here. I wish I was there.
If I was there, I'd curl up close to you in bed and scratch your scalp gently.
You broke your ankle, and so I would help take care of you.
I hope your birthday was decent.
I love you.
Deep down I really, really hoped I'd hear from you.