I don't even remember how old he is. I know his birthday, I know the name of the first piano he bought me, I know that he likes grilled meat -- well, all steak-like meats, really. But I don't remember that.
Logically, I only miss him because I cut off contact with her. One side goes down, the other comes up.
It's not even technically her fault. I'm the one who wastes time. I'm the one who keeps faking it, and getting caught.
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I don't even remember how old he is. I know his birthday, I know the name of the first piano he bought me, I know that he likes grilled meat -- well, all steak-like meats, really. But I don't remember that.
Logically, I only miss him because I cut off contact with her. One side goes down, the other comes up.
It's not even technically her fault. I'm the one who wastes time. I'm the one who keeps faking it, and getting caught.