Recalling Remembering

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Sometimes I close my eyes and remember remembering you the last time on the bus while getting back from work, when I’m trying to sleep, and when I‘m walking on the drizzling rain on the lonely street at 10 in the evening, while taking a long drag on my cigarette with sips of coffee, the time when I will be on the airplane seat flying abroad pursuing my destiny.
This time the memories are less clearer than the last time I remembered you while doing the dishes at my place with some nostalgic music in the background, and it’s fading away with every single rotation of the Earth, with every sleeps of night, the nap of the day, and blink of these eyes. This is how the brain works, and how you forget him, her, them, things, and everything with time. But the written letters, words, and phrases of feelings last longer as long as the papers ain’t torn. The papers are not torn yet. All the pieces of paper are small but hold much, much that matters to me. The time that shall never slip by, the memories that shall never fade away, and the red mark of your lips that you printed the slip; always safe with me.
Observing the feeling, difficult it is following the emotion, there is something different going on inside of me I cannot understand. I keep closing my eyes trying to think of nothing. I can’t. I try. It’s all clear now except for something blur I cannot completely see. The warm wind of winter touches my nose and eyes. It’s soothing and peaceful. Slowly I open my eyes. The colorful letters are blowing in the air dancing and playing, forming words and phrases my heart creates, making it lines of feelings that fly above with the wings of love, far above. Now I cannot see, but wish that the wings find its destination.
It’s been a while, and not sure I’m how things are there. Does the same soft wind that touches my face caresses your lips? Do the letters I write on the sky waltzes when you see above? Maybe or maybe not, love knows! But I will always send my love out in the wind hoping it reaches the place where those eyes are blinking now.

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