I want to remember what kissing her felt like but I forgot.
I want to remember what her hand felt like in mine, but I forgot.
I only remember the smell of her because it's on my jacket, and even now that fades.
These things I want to remember so badly, to relive them, but I simply cant. The light, the wind, the chill, her arms, the ground, her breath...details.
How do we so easily forget? What does it mean, to forget? Was it not worth remembering? Or perhaps the experience was far too brief to commit to memory. Now I have only what I want to remember it as. I wonder if she remembers; if she wants to, does she cherish it? Who would cherish ever kissing me? The idea is almost...laughable.
Fate conspires to keep people apart, while the balance is kept by those who fall together so perfectly. People who want to be together can't be together, for some reason or another. Distance is usually the problem but not all distances are measured in miles. Now I'll probably never see her again, and if I do...well, I'll hurt inside, and I don't know how she'll feel. I could, if I wanted, see her in secret...but that path only holds trouble, more trouble than I've known. I have only time now, hopefully the future will bring us together...and if not, I'll deal with it. I just want to hold her again. How sad is that?
Hate is a useless emotion to visit on others...but it's perfect to slap on yourself.
