How many birthdays do you think Tony believed would be his last? How many times did he try to make the most of it, assuming the day wouldn’t come again. Wavering between openly loving his friends one last time and being a dick so that it hurts them less next year. How many do you think were before the age of 10? Thinking it’s his last one, getting sad at the gifts he’d “grow into” because he doesn’t know if he will. He spends the week leading up to his birthday trying to remember hour by hour what he did on the last one, just to remind himself that not EVERY detail of it matters.
Happy birthday, Tony. You’re not around to see it but it still came.
fotibrit ….














