Anniversary. Of. Things.

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.

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