auroraturkey
"They keep laughing at me."
"So?"
"So it's embarrassing."
"Just keep looking on the bright side."
"And what is it, exactly?"
"My dazzling white smile."
"Asshole."
We laughed. Oh, how I would kill to hear that laugh again. Why should I care, though. He forgot about me, so I should forget about him. But.. I can't. His face is implanted in magazines as I walk down Main Street. With different women, might I add. 'Who is adding this?' you ask. Aurora. Aurora Turkey. Stop laughing, please.