Who would have thought that yellow blossoms would get my mind back on track? A sleepless night, endless thoughts, Tori Amos on my speakers — none of them worked. Only a short text message. No frills, brief, recounting a random memory, a lovely moment.
He caught that cherished moment on camera. I was giggling that time. We were walking hand in hand, carefree. I picked up a yellow bloom that matched my top so perfectly. He couldn’t resist. He took his camera, and clicked.
He remembered for me.
Flashes of yellow blossoms. A giddy joy at spending the afternoon together. Our Love Walks.
He remembered for me. We’ve come full circle.
I’m back, sweetie. 🙂