Remember how we both forgot our last anniversary?
And we went on with life as if it was okay to skip October 12
That night I cried myself to sleep
While you were in the living room watching tv
I’m the type of person that never forgets names, faces, or special days
And I always make plans in advance
We said we would celebrate the following weekend but we didn’t
What’s the point of celebrating on the wrong day?
Two weeks ago when we were moving out
You mentioned that you were sad
You had found all my handwritten love notes in your messy car
It hit me that you never wrote me one
Even though you always gave amazing gifts
I wish I had something in your handwriting
Something that could capture the love we had