I’ve gone back and forth so many times about writing this. There isn’t a day I don’t hope you're doing well— not out of habit, but because you genuinely mean that much to me. I didn't choose this because i stopped loving you. I hope you know that. Even now, I carry you with me, quietly, respectfully, and with so much care.

So on your birthday, I just wanted you to know: You are still so deeply loved. Maybe not in the way we once dreamed of, but in a way that’s real and steady and always wishing the best for you — even from afar. Happy birthday, baby. Wherever life takes you, I hope it’s kind. And if ever the stars align, please align them to me.