Memories

Isn't funny how memories are? How from out of nowhere moments can be triggered by simple movements, odors, sounds or feelings? This came right onto my mind tonight once I sprayed his perfume onto my pillow cause I was desperately missing him and what amazes me is how this simple essence woke up a million moments that were trapped and hidden inside my mind. A kiss, a smile, a hug, a look, his hand holding mine, his hands traveling across my hair and his smile once I fell asleep. Simple things that meant so little back then mean so much right now. I remember walking by his side in the city of lights and smiling cause I thought I was dreaming, watching the sunrise and smiling cause he was there that Christmas morning, saying goodbye for the first time and crying cause I was so scared that would be our last kiss. All those times, all those moments. Now we are repeating them within time, polishing the memories and smiling harder as it goes. Cherishing the moment and enjoying as it comes. These are the memories that keep me going, these are the moments I hold on until we meet again. Without them what would we be? What would we have to hold onto? Nothing. Just empty letters with empty words of an emotion we are supposed to call love. Let me tell you what I'll do. I'll hold onto these moments until the next time we meet. In order, to create more memories and create an eternal loop of neverending trusting smiles and honest kisses without empty words but with actions, one that never ends. One that keeps me strong, until he comes back and takes me somewhere we can together finally call it home.