oneartsymama
In my mind, I see all the lovely concocted memories from our stories. A virtual montage of a forbidden romance. I cling to it. These images still move me, keep me hungry for more.
It's impossible not to. In fact, it's almost painful to try not to. How can I not remember the way you made me feel? Not remember the feelings of love that we shared? Not remember the yearning... the alignment... everything about it was so real. And yet, so very imaginary.