All of them saying, "Forget him, he's not worth remembering."
But how can I, when he gifted me so much?
He gifted me an appreciative ear.
He gifted me a different perspective.
He gifted me those skipped heartbeats.
He gifted me confusion.
He gifted me the most genuine smiles.
He gifted me sorrow.
He gifted me the power to face it.
He gifted me writing, in a way.
He gifted me liberation.
He gifted me love.
He gifted me magic.
How am I to forget him? When he's worth so much more than remembering?
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