Tomorrow is his birthday. He would be 31, instead he is forever 25.
I don't talk to anyone about him. It seems I am not allowed, for various reasons.
I wish tomorrow would never come or that I could sleep it away. Instead I have to work.
As hard as tomorrow will be for me I wish you were here with me to make it better for me, to comfort me, let me cry or let me forget, be whatever I need you to be but not judge me or make me feel bad for what that day is or how it makes me feel. Just be there, and care, care that I hurt. 
I want that everyday anyway. Someone who shows me he cares no matter what I am going through, whether he understand or agrees, someone who protects, who makes me feel better, who calms me down. I want to feel all that for someone as well. Instead, I feel nothing, just want for someone I hope to one day be with.