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On a side note, today was our "would-be" anniversary. [[ A year and ten months? ]] It sort of hurt that he didn't so much as mention it. I remember back in the day when he cared about stuff like that. On the sixth of every month, he never failed to surprise me with flowers and letters, gifts and unexpected visits. He devised new ways to make me feel special, trying hard to make each month more memorable than the last. Even then, it wasn't so much the material goods that I cherished, but his appreciation for our relationship.
Now, all that's stopped. I don't miss the gifts, but it's really sad to realize that I've lost part of him that'll never be back: the part that was ecstatic to be in love. Now, no matter how hard I try, it's pretty obvious that things will never be the way they once were.
"When we got back together, I didn't know exactly what I was getting myself into..."
Fuck it; it's just another day, anyway.
Now, all that's stopped. I don't miss the gifts, but it's really sad to realize that I've lost part of him that'll never be back: the part that was ecstatic to be in love. Now, no matter how hard I try, it's pretty obvious that things will never be the way they once were.
"When we got back together, I didn't know exactly what I was getting myself into..."
Fuck it; it's just another day, anyway.