Dear Jack,
I saw you today, and most days really, though I'm starting to forget the last time I talked to you, laughed with you, or even fought with you. God, I miss those days but this fucking attachment to you– I hate it. So damn much.
Fuck, It would be so easy to just be detached. You know, I actually was before I met you. And I hope to get back in that state again. I think it would be pretty great to have you erased from my mind. Then I'd have my own version of the Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind. Though there probably wouldn't be much of a story there.
It'll just be me, forgetting.
That's it.
Love,
Jazzmyne
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