July 15, 2007
To forget me he will have to: take down the lamp I gave him. Throw away the lace thong. Burn his sheets. Delete my number, texts, and messages. Return my DVD's. Send me my CD's. Trash the mix I made him. Shred my letters. Break his dishes and appliances. Buy a new wardrobe. Listen to a new music genre. Pour the cologne down the drain. Dip his lips in acid. Find a new social circle. Change his daily route. Pretend the beach doesn't exist. Get a lobotomy. Never look at another sunset. As for me: I choose to remember him.