the human brain is an interesting thing.
with each moment of time, significant or not, a memory is created. this memory is noted by the emotions stirred within our hearts, glimpses of detail caught by our eyes, & thoughts passing through at that time. but time has a mysterious way of clouding the links to these memories. the more time that goes by; the foggier the link. the memory still exists, but we somehow find ourselves disconnected. while we are able to recall even the most minute of details in such memories, we no longer feel the emotions that were attached & often rediscovered when called upon at an earlier, less foggy, time. we can only remember feeling a certain way.
with each moment of time, significant or not, a memory is created. this memory is noted by the emotions stirred within our hearts, glimpses of detail caught by our eyes, & thoughts passing through at that time. but time has a mysterious way of clouding the links to these memories. the more time that goes by; the foggier the link. the memory still exists, but we somehow find ourselves disconnected. while we are able to recall even the most minute of details in such memories, we no longer feel the emotions that were attached & often rediscovered when called upon at an earlier, less foggy, time. we can only remember feeling a certain way.
i think this is a tragically beautiful blessing.
it makes moments, like these, possible for reexamination at a later time.
it was a night like any other. the street was dimly lit by lamp posts & yellow stars, spotted along its borders. the neighbors had all gone to bed, & little children fast asleep needed quiet. summer was drawing near its end, & the first chapter of highschool was about to begin.
unaware & unprepared for what the future held in store for their relationship, an innocent girl in love was being walked home by a boy. crickets & laughter filled the air, as he wrapped his arm around her shoulder, protecting her from the superstitiously dark lamp post. blush flooded her face as he whispered words of vigilant endearment in her ear.
the surrounding trees blanketed their love in blissful secrecy as they arrived in her backyard, but it was the cold, emerald-colored grass that had a peculiar way of bringing the two closer. whether by causing their toes to find their way to each other in search of lingering summer heat, or by tickling her neck until he places his arm underneath it in a chivalrous attempt to provide her with comfort; the grass knew how to bring them together.
as he kissed her goodnight, she silently swore she could marry him someday.
she walked inside, having loved relentlessly & blissfully.
he walked away, his head hung heavy with protective fear.
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