It's already becoming ugly. Not that I am surprised- your pride has been hurt, and that is one characteristic I have always known is your fatal flaw.
With every exchange, each memory of of us sours.
Well, with you- you just "go forward". Me, I don't mind looking backwards once in awhile....
and remember you laying on a blanket in our living room one night when I returned home, candles burning, smiling at me. Always so lovely.
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