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There are things I wish I didn't remember, didn't commit to memory. The way your face looks when you feel pleasure. The way you say "endeavor to try." How you sound when you make a command, demanding I "tell you more, love." I wish I didn't know so much about what turns you on, gets you off. I wish I couldn't predict your responses to certain things anymore. I don't want to remember the warm feeling I got when you called me love, dear, sweetheart, kitty. I wish I didn't remember everything I told you about me, how I let you inside my head and heart. I wish my brain would stop reminding me of how good it felt when I gave in to you because now I can't give in to you. Or at least I shouldn't. And I try not to. I'm not yours anymore. You don't want me anymore. I'm not her. And my mind is always making sure I don't forget that, that I don't forget anything.