.Memories.

I remember your taste, strawberry gloss over smooth, pink lips. They were always curved upwards, even when – no, especially when – we kissed.

I remember your scent, the tantalizing aroma of vanilla you know I love so much. You always wore it on cold, autumn days, as if to remind me that despite the chilly weather, warmth still exists.

I remember your eyes, a shade of blue and green no one was able to describe. You expected me, the writer, to have words to fit them, but I could think of none. I was too tongue-tied at their beauty.

I remember your hair, the way it seemed to shine when the sun hit it just right. It was perfect no matter what you did to it, but it looked best when it was ruffled up from sleeping.

I remember your smile, your frown, your laugh, every move your mouth made. I like to think I was allowed to see it more closely than anyone else was.

I remember your hands, comforting and amazingly soft. They were so different from my own dry, rough ones, and you always teased me about my self-consciousness.

I remember your body, how it fit so exactly against mine. I loved the feel of embracing you, and you never pulled away willingly.

I remember your mind, as innocent as a child's. It was a mystery to me, how someone could be as old as me yet retain such purity.

I remember your soul, sweet and free. You always had the determination to do what you wanted, even when everything was against you.

I remember your heart, its beating quickly in time with my own. It was a kind heart, and I still wonder why it chose me.

I remember you.