17th July 2018
Dreamt of you.
Woke up and no wonder, it's your birthday.
But if there were to be a cake for you, the number of candles wouldn't increase by another stick.
Occasionally, you will still appear in my dreams. I would still be there to nag you when you are eating something that you shouldn't, like:
"Can you eat that??"
Everything was vivid, real. But you don't really talk much.
I just wanted to say, Happy Birthday.
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