It was one of those nights that you are not altogether sure really did happen. There are no photographs, no receipts, no scrawled journal entries. All that remains are feelings and hazy memories.
Just the memory of you sitting in my mind, waiting to disintegrate into nothing.
As I close my eyes, it all comes back but there is no certainty of the fact whether any of it really happened or whether my mind conjured it up in hope that it is true. I remember sitting across from you and the conversations we had about everything and nothing. I remember holding your hands and kissing you.
It was one of those nights that my mind still can’t be sure of. I wonder if I was ever there at all. Yet, in my heart, it is as though I never left.