I ran my fingers over the memories. The pages of our yesterday’s lifted, curling toward me. I plucked one up, closed my eyes, and allowed its entry. The image formed, wisps weaving themselves into color and detail. Friendship turned, shifting to a desire unlike any I had experienced. Dark eyes alight with laughter, lips twisting in a smile. Hands drifting over my body, fingers tracing my curves. The rising passion swallowing pupils, bodies pressed close. Sighs and whispers collided. Emotion swelled, pulsed, breathing life into us, until like a wave breaking, it crashed, sucking us under. I watched as we emerged, bruised and wary. I watched as we walked away, going in separate directions, miles and years stretching between us. I collected the memory, gently tucking it away. Memories fade and shift. The sands of Time blur and smudge the sharp, painful edges allowing the view to be softer. I dipped my fingers into the past and let it play....-
~Wandersoften