I am not a hopeless romantic, or sentimental in any way.
In fact, I am clinical with a love for grey.
I am very satisfied with the idea of just a maybe.
In fact, I need this flexibility to embrace my crazy.
Except for when a day like today.
Flashes on the calendar like a bright neon sign.
Taunting me that an anniversary has come since I crossed that line.
Where the maybe made me crazy.
Since I crossed that line.