I'm sending this after his birthday and it will also be posted after his birthday. In fact, I'm not sure I'll have enough courage to send it at all. Since, there are a lot of "hims" but there is only one who this is meant for.
Two, maybe. The him in my memory is similar to the friend I know now, but not the same, to my relief. It's horrible to say. Him, in my memories, never let me get close. He was pretty hostile all the time. I understand why. Maybe he would have been less hesitant to be as much my friend as I was his if we had more time.
Now. The him that I've met now... is very kind. Too kind to me. He says I am the same but I disagree. There is no finite amount of care I could give him that even comes close to how much I think he deserves.
Happy birthday, Owen. Thank you for being my friend. I wonder if you'll see this.
(VSMP. Tag as fictive please. Not my tag, but 🌻)
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