#bffe

Remeber that day.I danced in the rain and you realised you had a crazy best friend and you recorded me dance as you smiled.We sat on a bench while it rained and confessed about a lot of things that day.We made a “treasure map/plan-ish” thing just to go to the grocery store which was one minute away from my house.At what age?14.This was the first time you walked in the streets of the city without your parents and your parents don’t know even now.Well, atleast now we’re an year older and we walk home quite often.Well, I’m glad we’re growing.We’re growing together.Can you believe we graduated?haha.School is over. Luckily, not our friendship.Love ya.

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Oh, Marco,

how can it be?

Can you believe that it's year number three?

In just three short years,

our friendship has strengthened and blossomed,

and to think, you've had more than one incarceration...

long-term.

In fact, my friend,

this is the third straight year you get to celebrate your birthday in a cell.

I doubt I'll be able to jump out of your cake

but maybe next year

if you get your shit straight.

Until then,

let this cheesy poem hold you over

because it's written with love, hugs, and laughter

and iced from the heart of your best friend, too.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!