I need someone who's as steadfast in his love as he is in his life.
That would balance out a lot of things, really a lot.
I want to meet new people, and I miss the feeling of striking up new conversations with them, the awkward silences, and then the spark that ignites the friendship.
I miss having no inhibitions at all to show the side that is me to strangers.
But now, a wary heart, that barrier, is like a pick-lock fence all around the garden that hasn't bloomed.

I miss you. Tomorrow's your birthday. And I have never, and will never be there to celebrate it for you anymore.