Miss you, love you, and never ever forget you.
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I’m going to take her for a ride on a big jet plane.
<3
Every family in every town on every continent has one. It’s a cabinet. Not particularly odd, not out of place. The paint was peeling on the corners and the knob was a bit loose. The inside smelled like dust and the paint wasn’t the same as the kitchen walls.
You hid in there once during a game of hide ‘n seek.
No one told you it doesn’t open back into your reality. Don’t worry, you can’t tell the difference.
But everybody misses you.
Happy birthday, Miles.
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You’re in my dreams a lot. You’re peppered throughout them at least. Usually we’re friends, talking about old memories and laughing, forgiving each other for wrongdoings, usually sitting too close to one another. Last night’s hurt, though. It was short and bitter. One of your friends mentioned going to your birthday party—it’s coming up—and followed it with a snide “You’re not invited.” I’m sorry, but I hit our friend. Twice. And hard. “I tried, dammit,” I cried to him. “I fucking tried.”
on missing
baby.
