i remember how it felt the first time i held your hand. it felt like fire. i so badly wanted to let go, but for some reason i found solace in your warmth
i remember the way you used to say my name. it made me never want anyone to say it again because it would never sound quite right.
i remember how you held me for the last time. it felt as if it wasn't a goodbye, but a promise. a promise to never love another the way we loved.
it is moments like these that i have pressed into the pages of my mind like flowers in a book. kept forever.
i reread them when i am lonely.
-e
