It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS