Memories are the trickiest thing ever. At least that is what I think right now. Too often our hearts, or maybe it's our brains, immortalize a moment in which we felt amazing, and our mind disposes of any possible memory that may taint it, leaving only that wonderful feeling of pure delight in which we relish once we remember.
It happens to all of us, even the best. It takes us by surprise, the image of those few seconds, or maybe more, crawl into our heads and shake us to the core. We are caught helpless and unprepared and we are forced to remember, in detail sometimes, that moment. Sometimes we even have a physical reaction to it; a smile, a shiver, we close our eyes, we sigh, we hold ourselves, our eyes wonder, and at times, we may even shed a tear.
Memories are tricky, they never announce themselves (how rude of them). They never give us a hint, a sign, they just take over and...yes...exactly that. We space out. Time becomes irrelevant, so does noise, people. We sense, we feel, we give in, to that memory, or should I be more specific and say, to the memory of that person, of that moment.
I confess, right now I am sitting here, thinking of you, thinking of that time, of the way you felt, the way you touched me, the way you kissed me, and the way I responded. It was so many years ago, yet I still remember it, vividly. I remember what you wore, I remember what I wore, how you smelled, how you tasted, what you said and how you said it; I remember your moans, your whispers, your eyes. I remember that fire, the passion. I remember the way you said my name... I remember it all, still...always.
I wonder if you too remember?