Passing without Notice

This month was the first we've gone without the slightest celebration of an anniversary.

No acknowledgment. No fanfare. No special kiss. No present. No surprise.

I suppose, that's okay.

Bullshit.

Happy Anniversary darling.

May we have many more months that turn into years.

I love you.

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