Only Vivid Memories

I remember that night vividly.

Do you?

I remember what you wore: a black t-shirt with a short denim skirt and a matching denim jacket that was covered with buttons of all your favorite bands. All ska and punk.

I remember how you smelled. It was exactly like flowers but also exactly like none I had ever smelled before. It was a floral scent unique to you and only you and I haven't smelled anything like it since.

I remember the warmth of your hand. I had placed mine on top of yours in a flirtatious manner and you bashfully pulled it away at the time.

I remember the smile that you would give me when I would say something funny or complimentary or meaningful. It was a smile that wanted to let me in but was also afraid to let down its guard.

I remember the tense silences. The ones you could cut through with a machete. They were thick and enthralling, only serving to add to the undertones of romance I know we were both feeling at the moment.

We had such a good start. I remember it well.