It's your 25th birthday today....
I am ready to forget you, Edgar.
We have caused enough silent turmoil....mostly to me and my gnawing conscience. I am ready to finish this lust affair that lives only in my memories.
Did I dream it? Was it a nightmare? Why did it feel so good but then so horrible? WHY WOULD I WANT THAT?
Always the desperate type, I text you:
"Happy Birthday! See, I didn't forget."
I remembered today....but I am ready to forget you...
I have to.
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