When She Forgot My Name

The first time she looked through me, my world tilted. Not a dramatic collapse—just a slow, merciless cracking no one else could hear. I brought her home anyway, pretending I could afford the cost. It spread like a quiet stain: missed deadlines, unpaid bills, friends who stopped calling, a future I stopped planning. Love became both anchor and weig… Continues…

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