Happy Birthday d.

I don’t think it’s the natural order for birthdays to be sad days, but today I am sad – because it is your day and there is no celebrating to be done. And I can’t help but wish you would come home, silly as it sounds; what blind persistence one must possess to wish for the impossible. But I really do think it would be nice to not have to miss you.

Because I do, I miss you more than my heart can bear.