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thirty five
it was one of the
happier days
when we both
had our addictions
under control
that i liked to remember.
when she was genuinely happy
and i hadn’t messed everything up.
when aspen looked at me
with happiness
and i wasn’t afraid
to love her.
it was that memory
that crossed my mind
every time i sat at her grave
and drank my sorrows away.
it was that memory
that i chose to remember
and keep remembering
when i thought about
the multi-colored beauty
with ocean blue eyes
that hid the demons she fought.
it was that memory
that i wanted to remember.
with her hair flying behind her,
and a wide smile on her face,
as she twirled around and ran into my arms.
she giggled
and i laughed
as i pushed back strands
of her multi-colored hair
behind her cute,
small ears
that were pierced.
“i love you,”
she told me
for the first time.
“and i love you,”
i told her
and despite the doubts;
my fears,
i knew i would love her forever.
“promise?”
she asked.
“forever,”
i vowed.
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Memories of Aspen
Short Story"Because memories of Aspen were all I had left." *Spin-off to Forgetting Roman*
