My Strings twinged at the memory of it. My nostrils remembered the scent. I felt a small crack of emotional torment ripple throughout my body. I saw my hands shake at the remembrance. I could no longer see the screen before me, only what I had seen during the memory.
It was a joyous time, yet I yearned to be there again. Yearned to make more of that kind. I knew, however, the rarity that would ever happen. I wished to shed a tear or two, to rid me of my ache. To blanket my senses from the memory. Although at the same time...I wanted to remember as well. For if I had no memories to draw a smile from, I wouldn't be much more than sad.
My ears played the sounds through my head, cementing the memory into my sight. I felt the smile stretch across. I wished to no longer live off the memory alone. It was a hollow joy, yet still it was all I had.
I sat in the dark room with the recording as my light source. No matter how pathetic I might find it, it was still my source of Smiles. My bittersweet joy.
bittersweet seems to be the perfect title. i like that u went thru all your senses memory. we rarely sit and think about how each sense interpreted an event. what we saw what it smelled like yada yada. but with such description its sad to think that the person would never make another memory. with observations so vivid its bound to come across another great one. possibly bittersweet as well but i guess most memories are. the good ones atleast
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