Men, it seems that they always give me heart ache but that's not quite true.
There are moments that still make me smile, even if I no longer remember his face, his voice or his touch, I'll still remember the feelings that flowed inside me at that moment.
Those are the precious little moments that makes life just a bit more pleasant.
For us girls and women, these moments are like small victories.
But they're private and precious. Something to remembered with a small smile and not a wide grin.
You know those moments; they are like sunflowers blooming inside your heart.
They are warm but fleeting, like a bag of sunshine you keep in your pocket for a rainy day.
And they're different to each and every one of us.
It could be brushing fingertips with your high school crush.
It could be sleeping on the shoulder of your most loved one.
It could be recieving chocolate in the middle of the night.
Or it could just simply be a smile.
And sometimes, that's more than enough.
If I close my eyes, the words would fall onto paper. They would shift into place and arrange into art. They would describe a story of great love and adventure. I just need to close my eyes and dream.
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the faintest memories can hold the most weight in our hearts.
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