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memories.
Sometimes memories are all I have to keep me warm. I ’ll remember us. And I’ll smile like you could see me. It’ll be the most spectacular thing. Our eyes would meet and our lips would graze. How cinematic, our love could be. Like some box office smash hit, the kind of love that makes people care about things that don’t matter; it would make them stop, and listen, to a bird’s song or a car horn. It would be the kind of love that people talk about for years and years, and with every retelling our love would increase. I think I loved you that night, I think you loved me. And I believed you. It was like you were the only one to ever speak those three words; or maybe just the only one to mean them. You made me feel like the only one. I was an explorer or an inventor. I had just discovered or created, for the first time, love. Like some ethereal perception I was simply giving title to. Sometimes memories are all I have to keep me warm. Sometimes memories are all I need.