Dear N,

It’s been about a month since I last saw you. My birthday is in less than forty eight hours. I wish you could be there.

I wish we could sing Shut Up and Dance by Walk the Moon all across camp, even though we both say we’re scared to sing infront of others.

I wish I could sit again and listen to you speak of your boyfriend back in England.

I wish our time wasn’t temporary.

I wish we could’ve been together a little longer.

I wish you’ll be back again next year, so we can enjoy the temporary again.

- M