I’m leaving this name behind. I no longer identify as BrightUmbra, as the events of my life over the past few years have completely changed who I am as a person. I am moving on.
i miss him, but I don’t know how to get back in touch. So much has happened. So much time has passed. It’s my fault, and I don’t know how to start. I don’t even know if he wants my friendship anymore.
Or if anyone does.
Happy birthday son. I love you so much.
“If one loves a rose for its petals, then hates the poor flower for its thorns, then that’s no sort of love at all.” – Jack Snipe
And I won’t cry for yesterday.
There’s an ordinary world, somehow I have to find.
Happy birthday, my bug. I love you.