One day I hope that I can talk to you about all this and it will all be okay. That was probably my favorite part about our relationship...discussing the seemingly endless questions about life at odd hours of the morning. That and holding your hand.

I don't think I'll ever find a hand quite like yours. Close, maybe, because I have, but not really. Or to find one that mine fits so well inside.

Happy birthday, by the way.

ps. Maybe one day in the future I can tell you in person how it felt when you touched me.