maybe not death, but something close

I hope you end up with the one you're thinking at 2am.
I hope you find that missing piece before you lose yourself in the process.
I hope the tears you cry at night become the flowers you love tomorrow.
I hope you won't end up like me.
I hope this reaches you before it's too late.

And I wonder at what age it’s appropriate to stop keeping track of everyone’s birthday.

When do we stop needing the people around us to acknowledge the fact that we are aging and changing and getting closer to our deaths?