I miss you birthday girl

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I miss 
Our talks, your voice
Your sarcasm
Your scowl
The colour of your eyes and the way they’d change colour with your mood, sometimes blue/green, sometimes green/blue
The chicken pox scar on your forehead
The way you’d puff your lips out just before a smirky grin
Your laugh
Our walks
Our road trips with added soundtracks 
The way you’d swill cherry coke around your mouth before swallowing it
How you’d eat your food in a specific order
Feeling whole
The awful thing is I probably didn’t even realise or appreciate the “wholeness” because sadly, we don’t. Our lives are busy and messy and up and down and in between there are moments of laughter and love and sheer blissful happiness. 
Your birthday was always such a happy time. Your excitement was infectious. Your ecstatic joy at the sight of a cake was just beautiful. I miss that.
So, tomorrow can go one of two ways really, I can wallow and mourn the loss of such a beautiful soul or I can remember with love and joy the day I first met you. Simply put, I miss you, tomorrow you would have been twenty and I’d love, with all my heart, to meet the twenty year old you. Perhaps in our next lives, we will get the chance to stay together longer, I hope so.

Love you past the moon and miss you beyond the stars Nevey
Happy heavenly birthday my beautiful girl

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