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Memory #2
Music needed: Twinkling → bitter sweet -> soaring -> revisit twinkling → cold/unfinished business (or just overall bittersweet with capital R romantic instrumentation, piano? strings?)
//This needs to be loopable; it plays in the background as the player clicks through scenes.
I always had a good memory. Not for anything important. I was never the best in school although I loved it. But what I remembered were the experiences. It was a sort of lust for life. The way I would replay those memories.
And though I didn’t think it would be difficult. Today was a day I refused to forget. Soaking in my appearance. Pure white. The feel of the dress, the way my shoes clicked on the tile as I moved, the taste of the spring air. These feelings were mine.
My favorite place. The most beautiful place on Earth, all the more beautiful because it was my own. It was mine because I loved it. And I loved it because it was beautiful and because it was beautiful it was mine. Feelings didn’t have to make sense then.
And then it was our favorite place. And you made it all the more beautiful and all the more my own. I remember your smile. Your hair looked strangely well kept and I almost couldn’t keep from laughing. But it was still the unkempt messy man inside. And I knew that. And I was happy. So I kept it together.
I would take it all with me when we left. We would leave but everything would be etched into my mind and heart. Nothing lasts forever, I told myself, but the memories would stay until they were replaced with even more beautiful ones.
It was funny. I laughed when I waved with my handkerchief like in those old movies. But I was able to laugh knowing our separation would be so short I’d blink and you’d be back by my side. There was no world in which we were apart for long.
So when I admitted myself to my sleep pod without troubling the nurses, they were pleased but shocked. Rightfully so. Who would leave their world behind so easily, not even glancing back as the doors closed. But they didn’t know that my world was you, and everything else was locked away sealed safely in my memories, which were as real as I needed them to be.
I slept soundly, knowing you would follow right behind me.