Friday, August 17, 2012

L'anniversaire

What I Wrote:

Happy Birthday

It's been two years. Two years is a long time. In that time I have met a new group of friends, switched stores, traveled the East Coast, slept nights outside on a park bench, tried to kill myself, had writings published, been to Europe, had relatives die, been attacked, promoted. Yet nothing has changed. I am who I am. By now you have graduated. By now you have said you love he . By now you don't remember me. I've kept to my word. I haven't loved anyone. I think of you every day. I wait for you. 

So yes, today is your birthday. It is also the anniversary of the last time we talked. The anniversary of my attempt. The anniversary of the end of my life. 

I hope it is a good day for you. I hope you are happy. I hope you feel loved. I hope you remember me. 

Happy Birthday. And everything I can't say. 

What I Sent:
Two years later. I hope you are well. I hope your birthday is good. I hope you are happy. 

Happy Birthday.

Lara-Ashley

2 comments:

  1. Agree with sean.

    What you bring with you isn't worth the cost of having it with you. You can't be happy, nor can you make anyone else happy (since you usually think of yourself in terms of others' needs) with this lodestone around your neck.

    It's time to be over this guy and find a little bit of peace.

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