It had been about a week without that particular thought, and like those of lost love ones, you cherish every memory, scared of the prospect that one
day, you wont have the courage to visualize any of the details.
I can’t put my finger on it, but this was different like that first taste of Wasabi or the best Mojito you ever had. And the knowledge that one day that might all vanish leaves me feeling awkward. I wish I had three heads like Hades’ dog,
that way I could keep it wrapped up in one, only that, purest of…