And instead of counting the days, I tried to enjoy what I have here: the sun, the wind, the smile of a stranger.

But all the same I miss you.

And I made a promise to myself to finally do all the things we have planned. A movie or a chocolate milkshake or a quiet evening. I would tell you about my friends and show you all the photos. You would tell me about the things I have missed during this long separation.

And I prayed to God we would meet again soon. As for now, I’m still painting flowers for you.

Happy birthday, dear Mother.

When I wake up, the dream isn’t done
I wanna see your face and know I made it home
If nothing is true, what more can I do?
I am still painting flowers for you

(All Time Low – Painting Flowers)