Amnesia

Love is a wonderful thing. It could be a nightmare or a blessing. Just remember not to confuse love with lust.

Nobody forgets something completely.

The clothes that got left behind and his smell still lingers in the air inside your flat.

Faces in photographs and the tickets to the big game still lay on your kitchen counter.

His memories that are your memories are tucked away tight in a little cramped space in your head that nobody travels into.

Little coffee shops and the half eaten meals still sitting there waiting patiently for the waiter to clean them up.

The love letters and the late night pizza.

Every last little detail tucked away deep into your mind camouflaging as a black canvas.

If you could remember the feeling and the touch of his skin?

The car crash that followed your life might just end?

Maybe not knowing is better than knowing at all.

Author's Note

Another short one.