I envision her when I close my eyes. The sweet smell of her jasmine perfume still imbues my lungs. The elegance, beauty, and fall of her soft hair and conviction of her eyes.
I want to hold her in my arms and keep her there, but I digress. I want this memory to last incessantly. Suddenly, an excruciating pain resides itself in my chest; I've forgotten to breathe.
I slowly exhale and think back to a time when those around me saw nothing but a depressed teenager yearning for attention. Yet, she was the one who took the effort to understand me and accepted for who I was and who I wanted to be.
I remember hearing her voice; a soft timbre laced with kindness and vigor. A voice that elated me and allowed me to transcend insurmountable adversities and nirvana itself.
Suddenly, everything begins to dissapate. I squeeze my eyes tighter in a poor attempt to make the memory last and yet my effort to sustain emotional tranquility is forever gone.
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