martianlove.

To peel off some layers of memory. Slow and leisurely unwrapping of the years. The dear and beautiful parts where we burst into flames and died out just as fast. Like after a tryst, you walked away sudden and without a word. Then nightly you dreamed in high definition about me and about us. Our grounded emotions wanting to be picked up and carried inside our clothes like perfume or that cologne that smelled so like the smell of rain coming in our room. For all the places in our mind that in recent days we had discovered again, those secret joys of our own, all our own again. Old, timeless stories making us smile again, after being kept, deliberately neglected and during some days almost forgotten. The keeping that we thought... futile and unneeded for those memories, our emotions had proved the otherwise. Then overcome and carried away, we smiled and knew that the best and precious things in our lives were always free and just an embrace away.