F O R G E T

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For the sake of herself, she would try to forget all the things that made her love him.

The way he used to watch her laugh.

The way his skin used to feel so delicate underneath her finger pad.

The way his heart used to sing it's thundering beats to her ear.

The way he said

Home

as he looked at her

She would have to forget.

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