Memories

I smell your hair and skin deeply.

I try to hold back everything you say and everything you do because I am afraid that everything will slip away. Each memory is an intense emotion lived together, kept more in the heart than in the head.

I wish I could remember everything, I don´t want to lose any of it.

Memories can be woven into fine threads or they can be painful boulders. Like the waves come back again and again, but never the same and I wonder what will remain of me to you?

Emma what are the memories? They are waves of love, memories are not put in a photo but are in the heart and in the body.

The wise says: Some memories are like old friends, they know how to make peace.(M. Proust)