@tommyheavyshield
Tommy read over the note a couple of times, a gentle smile stuck on his face. He pulled out his phone and sent off a message.
Text: Hey! Happy Birthday! Were you able to do anything on your special day. Things have been so crazy. Shit is there even anywhere to go and celebrate?
Text: I know for 100% that I'm not the most thoughtful person you know, but I'm happy you like the gift. She has a poem called We Grow Accustomed to the Dark. It made me think of you.
Text: I'm totally down for lunch or dinner, but you should let me take you out!!!!
[text] You know me, I'm never one for a fuss.
[text] There's still places open on the Marina. I know a lot of people have left.
[text] I love the gift. I'm glad you like poetry so much. I'm sorry I didn't realize that before, I feel like we've just gotten caught up in our own lives I guess.
[text] All right, alright, whatever you want. LOL












