Today should have been happy and celebratory, but it won’t be. Never again, actually. So eager we were, so hot, and so impassioned.

But everything broke, and everything fell apart. Visions cracked, and lies were strewn, and somehow in the middle of it all the one common goal was overlooked.

Well, such is the way of things.

Happy fucking anniversary. Be happy without another year shared, and be happy with a life forked prematurely.