I tried to remember what you were like but all I could think of was that you liked the color red.
Last week was your birthday and all I wanted was to take you the pretty daffodils I bought from the grocery store while I went out to buy eggs for a cake mix. I bought them for you because I remembered how much you liked them but again- I couldn't find the courage to call you and ask to see you one more time. So they've been sitting in the back of my mothers car since. Everytime she asks me if I've already called you, I tell her tomorrow. Because maybe something about tomorrow is different. Maybe something about tomorrow gives me the courage to reach out to you and call you. But until then, happy late birthday.
- happy late birthday baby// thewordsyouneverunderstood