Forgetting to Remember

Spring

The trees are pink with cherry blossoms being brushed around in the breeze. I can’t stop smiling. It’s spring and I’m happy. I’m so happy it rolls over me in waves because even just the memory of being happy is so forgotten. We lie in such languor that I feel like I could rest peacefully and dull my way to sleep. But the skies are too bright of a Carolina blue and my heart is beating too fast because I am next to him.

“So foul and fair a day I have not seen.” I quote, laughing to myself at a dumb, unnecessary Shakespeare reference, even if it is utterly pointless. What could be foul about being with Aaron? 

“You’ve read Macbeth?”

“Hasn’t everyone?”

“No but like, did you like it?”

“Of course! I can’t help but wonder how Shakespeare was really able to put everything together. I mean-“

“I know, his literal techniques with all of the characters’ vernacular are insane!”

“Do you really think a part of Macbeth is missing? I mean there is so much missing to Lady Macbeth.”

“Nah, I think our friend Will just did that to mess with everyone’s heads, ya know?”

Aaron and I could go on for hours, and often we did. We’d stay on the grass in my front yard until the sun would set all too quickly. I mean, I had finally found someone who truly enjoyed Macbeth as much as I had-what else was I supposed to do! People like that only come once in a lifetime. Talking to him was so easy, and I can already feel my growing attachment. My love for reading was reborn and he changed me. I hated change and he changed me. It was crazy how much I needed him. I would always need him.

“Will you love me forever, Talia?” His eyes are wide and open and loving.  A beautiful blend of chocolate brown meet my own and I feel myself melting, falling and molding into him.

“How could I not?”