There are some things of which I'm sure. Those things require zero thought or consideration. I just know. What to say and when to say it and why to say it.
This isn't one of those things. This is different. This is hazy.
What should I say? What the fuck should I say?
Something simple and predictable, and therefore safe? And also stupid?
No, I don't think so.
Okay, how about something bold and ballsy and maybe even a little scary?
How about the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth?
Is the truth ever inappropriate?
About four and a half years ago, my life changed. I didn't know it at the time, but I guess I at least suspected it. Something happened, on that day and on most of the days that have followed. I noticed, when it happened. I most certainly noticed, and I've continued to do so, for four and a half years.
I know the word. Fine, I'll say it.
How does a simple word like that manage to mean so much?
I knew, from the moment that I met you, that you were so very special. Because you did what nobody else, before or since, has managed to do. Without even trying, you distracted me. Made me become unfocused. Unclear. Unsure. Unsteady. Uneasy.
Nobody understands what it's taken to distract me. Yet you've done it so many times, without even trying. To the point when a distraction stops being a distraction, and it takes on a life of its own, and it becomes its own thing. Its own incredible awesome thing.
Happy birthday, to my dear dear friend HatGirl. You, more than anyone else, have made this bullshit I use for a life bearable. I want to breath because of her, but in actuality, I continue to breathe because of you. The strength that you demonstrate to me, and the faith and trust that you've placed in me...
I will do my best to follow your example of strength. I may fail, but I will do my best.
And I promise you this: I will never ever ever ever ever cause you to lose faith or trust in me.
In me, of all people!
So, again, happy birthday to you, my dear friend HatGirl.
I'm missing your birthday. I'm 1954 miles away from you on your 30th birthday. I may never forgive myself for this, but I'll try. Because I know you want me to.
Words never seem to be enough, but I've done the best I could do with what I have.