Thirteen years ago, I told her to run and never come back, and here she is. Back in the city that started it all, back to the place that holds our history. A history she seems not to remember. Or at least it’s me she doesn’t remember. And how could she fucking not? What we experienced together isn’t something you can easily forget. It’s not something you could ever forget. You never forget your first love, or the first time you fuck.
