Birthday Wish for Arm play

I have to admit, I completely forgot your birthday, and that one is on me. You have every right to bring it up forever, especially after all the times you asked me for pizza and ended up sitting under the table like it was the most normal place in the world. I still think about that little slice of yours, the way you always wanted the smallest piece and acted like it was a serious business decision. And now you’re 28, which feels wrong somehow, because in my head you are still the guy with the car channel and the pizza obsession.

So yes, I’m late, but I’m not pretending otherwise: I’m sorry. I hope you have good health, a lot of happiness, and a year that treats you better than my memory did. Keep doing your thing with the cars and the channel and all the little habits that make you, you. I’m glad I know you, even if I showed up to the birthday part with my brain fully elsewhere.

hope it’s a good one