They say bad things happen for a reason. Fate stole you from me. Even though, here we are, after (again) one year, with me wishing you the best.
It is strange the fact that, this year, all these words won’t be said personally. I mean, I need your hug. I need the words you say everytime I need to hear the exact same words.
It doesn’t matter how long, how far, with who we are. It doesn’t matter. I love you, you need that. I miss you, you know that. You’ll be in my life forever, and we both know that.
My dear friend, happy birthday for you today.
I wish you all the best, forever.