It’s Your Birthday, Anata…

I’m looking at the building that was his favourite in the world, but he never got to see. And whenever I venture out on the balcony it’s right there, wasted on me. How typical of life. He would have been 31 today. I got my tears out of the way in the days leading up to it, wishing that this year, we could have just gone from July 30th to August 1st. There should be a reprieve from significant dates at times like this, I think. Still, here I am. And he’s not.

I’m borrowing the Kahlil Gibran quote I saw on Kars‘ blog today, because it’s just the thing: “When you are sorrowful, look again in your heart and you shall see that, in truth, you are weeping for that which has been your delight.”

And it was, truly. I promised myself there would be no more tears today. But it looks like it might rain and I am glad…