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Day 3 : The Gift of Forgetfulness

How deceptive feelings can be,

The gift of forgetfulness,

Pretentiousness.

How easy it was to pretend that I loved him no more,

How easy it is to forget that I love him.

Self deceit

Perhaps, has always been my greatest weakness-

The ability to convince myself of a lie I fed myself,

Little by little,

One scalding sip

After another.

You can get used to almost anything,

If you don't think too much about it.

Or perhaps,

In active forgetfulness,

I could bury my feelings.

All it takes is one text, a voice...

Tell me you love me one more time

Whisper to me sweet nothings once more.

Let me remember how it felt to love him.

©May

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