Even though we no longer speak by my choice, happy bday anyway. I’m always thinking of you. No we can’t be friends. I’m sorry. I can’t be friends with someone I’ve been in love with. It’s like torture. I didn’t sign up for that. It’s sad we can’t acknowledge the fact that we woulda been great. Could been great but that’s not how the chips fell. You also did some really fucked up shit to my mind and life in which I am healing from. This doesn’t mean I don’t think of you often. I always do. People find each other for reasons. Maybe ours was for us to learn to love our “others” better. Or maybe God was trying to teach me something else.that’s for another discussion. Sorry things have been have for you and you lost a BFF last year and a friend this year. Sorry I couldn’t be there for you but would it matter? You have so many others. Yet here I sit. Happy birthday and I love you.