Amor Mio,

I want to forget about you. I read today about a little girl who’s memory was full of holes from some shock treatment she received.

Wonder if that really works.

I think you’d seep into the holes anyway and fill them back up and become an even bigger part of my brain than you already are.

That would suck.

The days are blending into each other again. Lately I’ve been remembering all the have you’s and they are driving me crazy. I don’t know which days are better – the have you’s or the don’t have you’s.

Then again, all my days are don’t have you’s now.

Tuya Siempre