Champagne and Nostalgia

We’ve spent more birthdays apart than together, in all honesty. I’m always moving, always running, looking for the next best thing, the latest challenge. It shouldn’t really bother me – you’re only a skype call away. But maybe it’s the memory of my own champagne celebration; it was one of our many reunions over the years, filled with chocolate and laughter and fizzy drinks. And maybe it’s that when I have my big dreams, I always imagine you in them. The one that I’m living now is my biggest and you aren’t here and I’m not there and the closest we’ll get to celebrating together is when your birthday gift is delivered by a stranger. Maybe it’s just that I miss you. That isn’t such a crazy idea, after all. I think about you every day, but today even more so – happy birthday to my darling B{est}F{ucking}F{riend}F{orever}F{irst and}F{oremost}, Topher. I know it will be a good one, but they’re always better when we’re together.