Do you remember the cycling in the sun? The sun rays peaking from behind the blinds, your long curls shining with a deeper gold? Do you remember the laughter? The beating of our hearts and the glimmers in our eyes? Do you remember the flowers? The little daffodils and daisies, the gladioli and the roses? Do you remember their scents and their fragrances? Do you remember me Harry? "I remember you, Delilah." He kissed my forehead. "But I also remember the fire."