why would you request a “friend” when that is absolutely not the intention?
Once upon a season shit was real. I still listen to the songs off that mix tape. My memory sucks, but I remember I was ghosted without explanation. Always wondered why.
Notifications. Every now and then. Life is short. Say what you need to say. Stalking is cool. It’s nice to be remembered. Last I heard most don’t forget, can’t forget.
Sure I’d love to know why. I always wondered if you knocked someone up, married her, and didn’t know how to tell me.
I liked you enough to never forget. I love me enough to know the memory is treasured and shall remain just that, a treasured, raw, un-fucked with memory.
Go “friend request” your wife. She….captured your heart enough to change your naked fingers. Remember your treasured memories and rediscover her. There are definitely pieces of her you’ve never seen. Turn that curiosity towards discovering her hidden pieces…
Because I’m pretty sure she, too, breaks just like a little girl.
AM Bradio 
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