For the first time since you changed I had a dream about you. Not a nightmare but a dream. My mom says it means my heart has let go of all the anger I held for you. I can’t be sure of that, but I am happy we were courteous to each other in my dream. I tried really hard to remember how you were when you were still my friend but I couldn’t. I’m glad I can still remember in my dreams. This is the last time I will write about you.
Alcohol is overrated? Is that something I’m allowed to say?
Anyway, this has to be the best birthday I have ever had.