Strange day, strange feelings.
Today would have been our anniversary. We would have been together for eight years if I hadn’t left him three months ago. I’m not sad anyway. I know it wouldn’t have been a happy anniversary. As it wasn’t last year. I bought a present for him, last year. He didn’t, and I knew he wouldn’t. And he told me that it was a normal day, that he had nothing to celebrate.
What he had is what he wanted. There’s nothing else I can say. Still hurts? I’m not really sure. I’m sure he’ll be all right. Maybe he doesn’t even remember what day is today. He was never good at that kind of things.
