i tried to forget all about you.

funny thing is, it is your birthday and somehow in the middle of all of my forgetting, i managed to remember that it was your birthday.

i had a dream about you.

i was sitting in the foyer of the church after your farewell when you came and sat next to me. "i know that you have made it clear that you love me, but i need to tell you something," you said while opening up the notebook that was in your lap. you began to read what i discovered to be a four page speech. your handwriting was so neat and there were no scribbles or mistakes. i listened to you read those four pages and i realized that you were trying to subtly tell me that a part of you still loved me. i forced myself to cry and i realized

there wasn't even the smallest part of me that still loved you.

i am glad that i finally got over you.

even if it was on your birthday.

nine minutes earlier and we would've had the same birthday.