PART ONE
“I was a mess. You were my saving grace, so I had to let you go.”
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20th May, Sunday
Hey Ethan,
You know the rush of feeling you have the day before your birthday? The excited rumble in your churning stomach? The dizzy, strange happiness in your brain? Before everyone surprises you?
Yeah, the one I feel every year before going to bed and crying on my pillow.
I used to hate my birthdays, wondering why I was even born. I mean, the world would be a better place without me, eh?
But then, you, the world’s best friend, my best friend, always made it special.
You bought me zoo tickets last year, and we had so much fun holding the snakes. You were so scared to hold a Tricolor Hognose, you almost cried letting her go. That was so precious! And yes, I still have your scared phot
