Excerpt Seven

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"You could forget, you know." She whispered.

"You could forget about me, about us. You could forget it all completely. Forget each memory that this town holds raw. Forget the secrets we shared, walls listening as we walked down back streets and town roads.

Forget my voice, the midnight walks and stories we told. Forget the feeling of you and I, chests heaving, skin touching, lips moving. Forget the way we fell asleep in a tangled mess and the smiles that would lace our lips as we drifted off to sleep.

Forget the time you heard me first call your name and in a while it'll feel like the first time once again. I promise you we'll try again. My love I promise you we will.

But before we do so, before we start again, we must remember to forget."

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