On our first date, you leaned over to kiss me. I tiptoed and tilted my head up to kiss you.
On our first anniversary, you sent me a bouquet of tulips. I reserved a fancy restaurant and paid for the bill.
On Valentine’s day, you got on your knees and proposed. I asked you where our relationship was going.
Why is it that I remembered us differently?
And now that I am able to separate what’s real from my created reality,
I realize there’s nothing to save because the best part of us was me.
AnjCP 2017
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