Sometimes I find myself wanting to make mention of anniversaries that it'd be wholly inappropriate for me to even mention. Sentimentality is a curse that I afflict upon myself, like some self-flagellating Catholic freak. Worse than the anniversaries I remember are the ones I've forgotten. Those hurt me deepest because they tend to mean more to me. It's probably not right to send out cards as a reminder of those days. Lucky me, I rarely remember to send birthday cards, much less send cards celebrating good times long past.
She was beautiful, but she didn't mean a thing to me...