I couldn’t even bring myself to talk to anyone about yesterday being your birthday this year. It feels like the more time that passes the harder this actually gets. I woke up after midnight when the day was over and couldn’t stop crying. It’s not fucking fair. I need one of your hugs more than anything right now.
Two of my favorite illustrations from my book, Floriography: An Illustrated Guide to the Victorian Language of Flowers. Published by Andrews McMeel. Find it wherever you like to get your books!
I already know that nothing is going to change. Maybe I should just leave now.. I’m really trying not to be impulsive. This is the first time you’ve ever made me feel this way and I’m really struggling. If I was going to feel like I was doing it all alone I’d rather just.. actually be alone.
Since this is the only place I can post this for now!! I’m forever grateful that you’re my person 🥰 can’t wait to have another set of best friends running around together in a few months!
