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Dear Christian,
Its my birthday today. Sarah came over along with Jack, and Aaron, and all the other guys. Sarah made me a cake. It didn't taste the same as the ones you made. For one, it tasted good. I remember whenever an important event came up you would always try to bake, and you were always terrible at it, but you would keep trying. I found it adorable.
Later on I found myself wandering back to the park, where on my birthday we'd find ourselves sitting on the bench and watch as the night life start. It didn't feel the same, sitting alone on that bench myself. I watched all the lights turn on and the tourists to walk past. It was different.
At the end of night, returning home, I felt... tired. I climbed up the tree in my backyard, all the way up to my roof. I stood up there for a while. Staring at where the stars would've been- had it not been for the clouds. My mind kept thinking about everything. Not just you, but everything, and I just blanked.
I wish we could go back to the days where we nothing but two kids in love.
