Today is your day, kiddo. 52 and counting, but still just 48. It will never be OK that you are not here, Ingrid.
When I think back on all the years and all the months and all the days we knew each other, I can't help but think I'll never meet anyone as important to me as you were. As you are.
Maybe that's the nature of things when you meet young, go through the big milestones together, mark the years together. I don't know.
What I do know is that I'm angry as hell you aren't here, pal. I never stop wishing you could just... come back.
I love you, old girl. Happy birthday.
Wednesday, May 4, 2011
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