Long soft sighs
When you recreate a memory in your mind you don't see it as it happened. Not what your eyes saw but more of the feeling of the experience. And from that you see it as a scene that you never actually saw. You're watching yourself from an observer's perspective. I'm repainting memories. It comes in flashes of laughter and tears. I throw air out of my mouth. Air that came from the drums in my chest that kept playing your favorite song. No word or even your name was uttered or was even in my thoughts. We are beyond that. Words fail but feelings don't. Sometimes I just like to lose myself in longing. We can't make more memories so I want to always remind myself of what we had. I don't want them to be blurred as time eats up everything. I want to savour them for as long as the feelings are intense. When the paintings are still vividly presented in my mind like right now.
You know what, I'm blabbing. All I'm trying to say is that I miss you.