the remnants of a relationship. the only proof now lies in piles of receipts. As i sit here whilst a blizzard attacks the outside world, i am forced to re live the last year of ours through the dubious process of tax time. trips to the vet.... expensive dinners at vegan restaurants where we held eachother's hands across tables.... tickets to shows....movie stubs from date nights.....
how could i not feel sad and melancholy? what has happened is unchangeable. The past is the past and our futures lie so far apart. But it does not change the way i feel about it. I want happiness for us both, i want to feel the love of another... but nothing changes the fact that i loved you.
Not even tax time will let me forget it.
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