Dear old friend,

            My son is about to turn two. He runs, smiles, talks and calls me daddy. Sometimes mommy but that's okay too. He knows how to unlock my phone and one time even called an old friend from New Jersey. He's growing up so quickly it's almost impossible to fathom what else he will know in the near future. He's turning two. I can't even wrap that around my tiny puny stupid brain. He's turning two without his godmother.

          Whose fault is that you ask? Mostly mine. I am the one at fault for costing my son his godmother. I never meant for you to hear those hurtful words, even though they were true...they still shouldn't have been said. I still believe that you could have taken time out of your schedule to come see him a little bit more, and I definitely still believe that ever since you became a gym nut you have changed, but can i blame you? Unfortunately I blinded myself with lame hate and forgot how difficult it is to keep a friendship going, especially when the friendship is strained with a little guy that couldn't even walk. We were in different places, and because we were in different places and we didn't do stuff together anymore I blamed you for it. I blamed you for not being there when i should have realized that it's a part of life.

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Enough of that.

He's turning two! holy shit. I just realized that today and it's boggling my mind.