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"Have you ever been in love?" 

a] yes

b] no

c] I thought I was, but I realize I wasn't

d] no comment

If we were still in love today,

If our love didn't fade away,

And nothing mattered, anyway,

I would've gladly circled a.

If we had argued endlessly,

And ceasing us had set me free,

If I felt like an escapee,

I would've chose to circle b.

And if you had instead left me,

And this poem is just hyperbole,

You wouldn't be around to see

With no hesitation, I circle d.

It was I who ended you and me.

I ended what used to be,

And I simply cannot disagree.

This is why I circled ©.

If you ever read this:

I have every poem I ever wrote for you printed out and kept in a drawer in the corner of my room alongside every letter you ever wrote me. I kept almost everything you ever gave me. The bracelet is in the top drawer of my bedside table. The ring is sitting on my dresser, closed up in its box, polished. Black diamond, just like I had asked. The pictures of us are sitting on the corner beside it, still in the Wal-Mart envelope. I forgot to ever frame them. The bottle of perfume is on my side of the bathroom sinks, still in the box. I only use it on special occasions. The steering wheel cover I took out of your beloved car is now in mine. I touch it ever day. Every t-shirt I ever took is folded up in a drawer or stuffed in the bottom of the laundry hamper. I even have a pair of your socks.

These things don't bother me anymore. They never did.

It's been two years, but this fucking hurt to write.