I’m a blessed man. I do the good kind of forgetting. I forget numbers. I forget names. But I never forgot her warm embrace.
Forgetting

I write poetry, science fiction, and trading bots. Currently working on my debut poetry book 'Love Like Yesterday Didn't Happen'.
I’m a blessed man. I do the good kind of forgetting. I forget numbers. I forget names. But I never forgot her warm embrace.
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I will just say that you are great. It happens rare. Most of the time we forget the plenty good things for just a single bad one thing.
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Thank you. That’s why I feel truly blessed.
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Yes, and you should be proud of it.
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