Happy Birthday, Blue Eyes. No, I'm not talking about Frankie. I wish I was. I'm talking about her. The one that I can't let go. The one that doesn't make any sense to me, yet makes perfect sense.  Admittedly I've probably romanticized this to the point of disillusionment, but oh well. We all have to hold on to something. I wish I had the chance to show you how great life could be with someone by your side. I also wish that I could forget you. Honestly I do. Maybe it's because you never made me that dessert you promised me. This isn't fun by any means. I don't see how I can feel any other way, but I would love to feel any other way. Happy Birthday nonetheless, beautiful.