Sometimes I wish I could just forget,
forget I ever met you
forget I learned to like you
forget how much I love you
forget everything we had
- good and bad
But to forget is to insult a big part of me,
who was destined to meet you
who unexpectedly saw more in you
who did not know she could love beyond measure
who grew in everything we had
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