december 11

I won’t ever cry for you/and you won’t ever shed tears for me … It’s not that I don’t care at all/ we lost touch so long ago/it may be our anniversary, but I, I wouldn’t really know 

Some dates, like the birthdays of people you went to elementary school with, just stick in your head. I wonder if by the time we’re close to death, if every day will start with a memory clouding it.