"I liked you all of the days." I told her as I burned my collection of calendars.
It’s true, I did, but I screwed up so many of those days.
I figured it would be best to forget them. Even if it meant losing my collection of rare, exotic calendars.
There will be new days and there will be new calendars and there will be new matches to start new fires to burn new memories.
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