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Move on already, everybody says.

What they don’t get is that it’s not easy when the memories of us together are stuck on replay in my head. Your smile. Your eyes. The little quirky things that make you who you are. How happy you made me. Those were some of my best memories, and I will never be able to erase them. If I could, I would have in a heartbeat. It’d be so much easier to move on then. To Forget you, like you forgot me.