RECYCLED MEMORY
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She was my whole world, tucked safely in my arms.
My thing worth fighting for.
My forever.
“I kissed a girl once,” I whispered into the night air, “and it was one of the best days of my life.”
She smiled against lips.
“Did you love this girl, or were you just trying to suck face?” She giggled.
“I loved her like a pig loved slop.” She gave me a slap on the chest for my corny joke. My heart swelled with happiness, a feeling I’d thought I’d lost long ago, along with the only woman I’d ever cared about. I wanted her by my side, forever, until the day we died.
We finally had our chance.
“Marry me.” I held her face in my hands.
She was so fucking perfect, she took my breath away.
“I love you, my sweet Polly Pocket. Marry me.”
A tear escaped the corner of her eye, and she grinned.
“Any day of the week, tough guy.” She smiled brightly, showing both rows of teeth. “And twice on Sunday.”
Jiminy fuckin’ Cricket.
The End
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