...Happy birthday, America...
I'm spending the day in the rain, staring outside into the grey mist of what used to be in the past.
I miss what we used to share.
I'll stay under the covers for a few hours more and try to stay as warm as I can.
It's cold here without you.
I'm going to talk to your brother and make sure you don't do anything reckless.
I worry about you.
Most of all, I'll dial your number and end up being too nervous to go through with it, so I'll hang up again. Then, I'll pick up the phone again and dial. And hang up. And dial.
I miss you.
Happy birthday.
~England