A year and a half

Joe broke up with me last night. On our monthsary, no less. He forgot, he said. Not surprised. He never did remember dates. And in 57 minutes over Facetime, our relationship was snuffed.

RIP Joe x Gregory: November 28, 2019-May 28, 2021.

Thank you for the memories!

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