...emotionally...
with over-analyzing things. I know I do. You pointed that out to me on many occasions. :) And I admit. I analyzed what happened for a few days. Then I let it go. It doesn't matter how or why it happened. What matters is that it did...and now it's over. And I can handle that. I can put that behind me and move on. But the flashbacks. Those damned things are beyond my control.
And they are just like the flashbacks you see in movies...those snippets of scenes that replay in our minds...yeah, they happen. You close your eyes and the memories flash across in technicolor.
A vision of our hands as you hold yours up to mine and laugh at how you can close your fingers over the tips of my small hand and then our fingers intertwine.
You standing behind me smiling as I stand at the bathroom mirror. Being playful on the couch while watching Ridiculousness. A candlelit bathroom. You yelling into your phone thinking the louder you are the easier it is for Google to understand you. The feel of your kiss on my forehead. Everything about October 5th...and so many more.
Yeah...those flashbacks you see movie characters deal with. That's pretty accurate. Sometimes having such a great memory isn't a blessing. It's a curse. But I wouldn't trade a single memory for anything. Well...except maybe for those last few. They kinda sucked. If anyone wants to trade a few good ones for those...I'd be willing to negotiate.
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