It's her birthday today.
But I miss her every single day.
And somehow I can't bring myself to write about her.
Like I'm scared it'll be too much even after so long.
But, Jannah wrote something beautiful about the person we both love. Please read it so that you know why I'm at a loss for words.
There's someone I need to tell you about
Philosophical cow dung on the life of little Ms. Imperfectly Fine.