I was scrolling through some memories when I woke up this morning and I realized something. In the early morning light I recalled past relationships and last week's events. This is just something I can't explain. In my opinion, the best part about the first kiss in any new relationship is the pieces you can't remember.
I have no idea what my hands were doing or where his hands were. I can't tell you what time it was and I only know what day because of what I was wearing. All of what I remember is focused on whispered words and lips. I think that's what makes it extraordinary in retrospective terms. Sets it apart from other full bodied memories.
What's remarkable is that the missing details don't matter. Their absence doesn't make the feelings less real or the recollection any less important.
Just a little Saturday morning musing.