73 Memories

The Fourteenth Memory

After I confronted you outside your house and you all but yelled how you felt at me, my whole world seemed lighter when I was around you. You allowed me to forget things I was desperately trying to put in the past, and I don't believe I have ever thanked you for that, so I'll do it now. Thank you.

Anyways, you and I kissed every once in a while after that. I'll tell you this and picture your cheeks heating up because I can't see them, but it was pure bliss for me. It set off this feeling inside of me I wanted to keep forever.

"Seriously? You think that that's the best flavor? Everyone else tends to avoid that color."

I nodded my head vigorously. "No, I'm telling you. Starburst intended to make the yellow ones the worst, but that's why they're the best. The yellow ones don't have an actual flavor. They're supposed to taste like lemons, but the fact that no one really knows what makes them the best. That, and they really don't taste like lemons."

You rolled your eyes, but I could see the smile you were trying to hide. "Whatever. I stand by the pink ones."

This made me laugh, and with that came a snort. This made you laugh, and to be honest with you, it was the best sound I had ever heard.

"How do you even remember what flavor the yellow is?"

This question caught me by surprise. It was something I didn't really want to answer, but I wouldn't lie about, so I shrugged. "And how are you so good at all the homework we do together? Or when we did that project? We hardly had to do any research." The more you thought about this question, the more your eyebrows furrowed.

I decided I'd just answer the question instead of avoiding it, mainly because I was pretty sure you'd already had a good idea about why I remembered all these things. "I have a photographic memory," I sighed, wincing. I absolutely hate the way it sounds. It made me feel like a freak.

Your eye shot open wide, telling me I was wrong about you knowing how I remembered all those things. "Really?"

"I wouldn't lie about it," I grumbled. I knew it was something most people would be happy to have, but that's only because they didn't have it. It labeled you as different, being the main reason I didn't talk about it, and every time you would try to talk about it, that was why I would shut you down so fast.

"Well, why not? It's kind of cool."

"I mean, it can be, but it pretty much just depends on how peachy your life is. I mean, if something really traumatic happened to you."

Which, even though you didn't know it then, is the main reason I absolutely hated having a photographic memory.

I was glad when you didn't push the topic and ask me about what I meant. But at the same time, I really wished you would have.