Somewhere out there, if souls can still hear the murmured wishes of those left behind, I hope that you can somehow read my heart.
I miss you. So much sometimes, that it hurts...an ever constant ache that is now as much a part of me as breathing. I'd take your birthday wish, blow out a thousand candles today all the while only hoping for one thing. One wish granted. To erase one act from history's footnote so that I could never have had to miss you at all.
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