epilogue:

 

and she'd said, 'don't you forget about me.' i keep my promises.

this is the after-story
of (ellipsis).

out of the confusion, consequence. she chose another path. so now, now i need a place to put all the memories she asked me to make.

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August 24

i will remember her:

sitting next to me, toying her katsu don with a fork, forgoing chopsticks as we ate at Azuki with my friend sometime in december. between sake bombs and buzzed logic jumps, my friend’s phone buzzed with a text from the girlfriend. we laughed and my girl said that we couldn’t make fun: her inbox was kept half-full by locked texts from me. i smiled, because i hadn’t known she kept them; she squeezed my hand and said, well as long as you know you’re a dork.