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your birthday is tomorrow.
no matter where i am or how many years it has been, i am never able to forget.
and every year it brings with it a flood of memories. the ghost of you on my doorstep. the thousand mistakes i made that night (not kissing you, not asking you to stay, not telling her to leave.....). your hair. the heartbreak of your laugh. your exquisitely fractured soul. all the times i should have kissed you and held back. how it didnt matter where we were or how long it had been, it still felt the same.
I still hope to run into you every single day. I see boys on the street who look like you or talk like you or dress like you and my heart follows them until they turn the corner. they are never you.
it will always only be you. ten years later... but you are gone from me, and i will carry this in my heart (i carry you in my heart).