Some type of way.
Every year when it hits September, it always gets me feeling some type of way. Your birthday is tomorrow, actually in 2 hours. Happy early birthday, I guess. How will I ever be able to say it to you when I cannot talk to you? Where did all my guts go to? But then again...I ain’t trying to ruin your happiness. I just want you to be happy. I just want you to feel loved everyday by the people who love you most, whether it includes me or not. I just want you to be cherished. I just want you to smile everyday. I know I cannot dwell constantly about our past but you will always be in my heart whether or not I say you aren’t. That is not something I can control and you were my first love and I still feel some type of way. September 9th, I will always remember and along with October 17th and February 6th. The feels are real. I hope you have been doing good. I hope your job gives you what you want and I hope you are looking for what you want to achieve. I wish the best for you, to feel like the most blessed daily and to constantly feel nothing but joy and happiness. Happy early birthday. I hope your wishes come true and I hope you get nothing but love.