Down Memory Lane

Seeing you brought back those memories she had painfully tucked away to the back of her mind. Neither has she forgotten, nor have the memories faded. They simply lay dormant, waiting to erupt one day. She looked at you - your eyes, your nose, your everything. And realised she misses you still and loves you so.

The afternoon was surreal - it was a trip down memory lane. I could still feel the butterflies as if it was day one and couldn't understand why. But this time round, those butterflies were accompanied by a strong aching in my heart. 

We talked like we've never been apart. We looked at each other with that familiar gentleness in our eyes. We reminisced and we laughed. We bickered and we teased. At some point, I thought I noticed the redness in your eyes. Were they getting watery just like mine? Or was I just imagining?

We hugged good-bye at the train station. With all my strength, I suppressed my emotions and many words. All I could mutter was an apt "have a safe trip".

As I walked home alone, I slipped back into nostalgia. Questions and images were causing havoc in my tiny brain. Again, those questions which could never be answered and those images which could never be re-created in reality, engulfed me. Tears welded in my eyes. I couldn't hold them back any longer.