I miss you. It's been awhile since I put it into words. Quite honestly, I forgot it was your birthday this morning when I woke up. I was hungover and my first thought was water and Advil, then it was you. I saw a friend of yours post a photo that reminded me it was your birthday. I immediately freaked and called you, for you to not answer. You didn't start your birthday off good either. It sucks and I hate it.
I went about my day and you ended up picking up the phone when I called the second time. Your mom texted me that you were feeling a little better and you had your phone in your lap. (Strange, would make more sense if I was telling your mom that you were too hungover to talk and that you would call her later). We talked a little. I didn't get to tell you the details of my night and the results this morning. (Neither did you.) Quite entertaining and was the highlight of my day, in a good way. After doing those terrible adult things like cleaning and grocery shopping. I sat down (alone, thank gahd) and watched Fault in our Stars. It's been awhile since I've had a good cry session and now it's just a shitty Sunday. I'm just going to say 27/28 suck. This years' birthday sucks and I'm over it. I'm already looking forward to our 28/29 birthdays. It seems so foreign to not roll over and shout at you how "we need Botox!!!". The past couple years I've been the first to tell you happy birthday. More importantly, strategically plan out your/our party weeks in advance. I just laughed thinking of our 25/26 birthday. My debit card would have denied if I would have had to pick up the $500 check (thanks to the men I didn't suffer this embarrassment) and mine when you couldn't afford the candles for my cake. Remember when I tried calling off sick to work? And then had to go to work. We still managed to be fabulous and somehow pulled it off. I love these photos.
I've thought about a lot of stuff today. Things keep circling in my mind. I just hate not knowing but am very grateful to know there is a future and you are fighting through everyday. It's amazing. I can't wait for you to be here in a few weeks. I have so much to tell you and CANNOT freaking wait to just roam the streets of Manhattan aimlessly. Laughing, really just laughing. I was thinking I would set up a bunch of appointments with some brokers. See what happens. Either we will have a double date secured or a future home to look forward to. I have a date on Wednesday. It's Fall, need to start preparing for a winter boyfriend....
Sorry, I have to say it. Fuck this birthday. Love you, mean it.