December 2, 2006

• no one else will know these lonely dreams;
  no one else will know that part of me.

   

  Happy Birthday to the most phenomenal boy I have ever known.

   

  i’m still driving away,
  And i'm sorry every day.

   

  I said it last year, & I’ll say it again, & I think I will say it every year, anyhow: Adulthood would have suited you so well.

   

  i won’t always love these selfish things.
  i won’t always live not stopping.

   

  And if you’d made it, baby? Well, you would have been even more beautiful. I know it.

   

  i won't always love what i'll never have.
  i won't always live in my regret.

   

  I love you.

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