She listens to you talk about people you’ve know who’ve broken up… How they’re just not right for each other. And she prays to a god she doesn’t believe in that you don’t think that about the two of you. She thinks of how irrational she must be to carry on in this manner. Hope and amnesia negates history repeating, a temporary panacea for this disease.

I just told you my birthday, again. To put it down in your calendar or phone, again. But chances are we wont be speaking by then, again. When you find something to blame me for, again. So it doesn’t really matter anyway, this time.