last night sitting in my lumpy sofabed thinking of you i felt sad i don't know your birthday, not that you mark occasions that way, but because i wish i had known you then, from the moment you was born, you must have been so cute, and i would have known you when you first opened your eyes and every moment since until today and i'd still be here lonesome thinking about you.

but what a life the part with you has been, what a blessing all this time, sometimes it felt endless, not in a dream way, but so ordinary, like there couldn't be anything more ordinary or more charmed, and then i gasp, and realize, this is utterly unique. this will never happen again, and it is not possible it could end.