i wonder if in a few years, you’ll flinch whenever the calendar reads a date that reminds you of me. i wonder if i will ever be able to spend your birthday happy or i’ll always have to be sort of drunk. i wonder if we’ll both be in someone else’s arms, staring up at the moon, thinking, “this was when i said i love you,” i wonder if i will ever be able to fall asleep without thinking about you.























