It’s your birthday today, love, and I wonder how you are. I hope someone is there to bring you breakfast in bed and sing to you the most embarassing songs while you dress. I hope there are little presents hidden for you throughout your apartment, each and every one a reminder of the memories past and the ones we had hoped to come. I hope that there is cake for you this evening, the one from your favorite bakery shop. You know, the ones that had all of those cutem cupcakes that you would often bring home for me, “just because.” Today is your birthday, love, and I hope to God that you miss me too.