on the 10th day of august, 2015,
you turned 16 years old.
i can imagine how magical that could have felt.
but the entirety of that day, i ached inside,
living, knowing i couldn't celebrate alongside you,
no matter how badly i wanted to,
because you didn't love me anymore.

you didn't care what could happen to me,
because it was your birthday,
and it was going to be all about you.

that's okay with me,
i'm sure any other person would want the same.

so here's me hoping you have a nice day,
despite all of the hurt i've felt lately.

happy birthday, jared
i love you