Only Vivid Memories
I'm just this guy, you know?
To expand on that, I am also the following...
- A former ficly member who is 38 years old and is schizoaffective (depressive type)
- Into creating languages and fantasy worlds from scratch
- A listener of audiobooks & good tunes
- Always too hard on myself
I remember that night vividly.
I remember what you wore: a black t-shirt with a short denim skirt and a matching denim jacket that was covered with buttons of all your favorite bands. All ska and punk.
I remember how you smelled. It was exactly like flowers but also exactly like none I had ever smelled before. It was a floral scent unique to you and only you and I haven't smelled anything like it since.
I remember the warmth of your hand. I had placed mine on top of yours in a flirtatious manner and you bashfully pulled it away at the time.
I remember the smile that you would give me when I would say something funny or complimentary or meaningful. It was a smile that wanted to let me in but was also afraid to let down its guard.
I remember the tense silences. The ones you could cut through with a machete. They were thick and enthralling, only serving to add to the undertones of romance I know we were both feeling at the moment.
We had such a good start. I remember it well.
No prequels yet. Why not write one?
No sequels yet. Why not write one?
Comments (2 so far!)
Average reader rating 5.00/5
Beautiful. This is so well said, well written, so vivid, and so real. I need more words to describe the perfection of this piece.
- #2764 Posted 5 years ago
- 5 out of 5
Lovely and sweet
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