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This is fucked up, but I miss Al so much.

There was this one day, the first day.

He made me laugh so hard I cried.



Lately I've been wanting to write so simply,

letting the few words carry the power that

I feel in them inside.

I hated Al for so long,

when I was with him I wanted to commit suicide.



One year later, of course, it doesn't matter.

All I can remember is his smile,

it was the smile of a little boy

opening the biggest present on christmas.

Sometimes I wished I remembered the pain,

so that I could know that it was over,

and be glad.

But I don't.

I remember how happy I was,

and it hurts.