I sometimes wish I had a camera in my eye so that I could take a mental picture of specific moments of my life and save them.
But then, I find myself wondering:
Do I want to save the moments?
Or the feelings the brought upon me?
So I look at a lot of pictures of us together, and yet, I cannot seem to feel the way you touch me.
I cannot seem to feel the tingle that moves down my spine every time you kiss me.
I cannot seem to feel the happiness that strikes me every time you smile at me.
I cannot seem to feel at home the way I do when I lie down in bed with you.
And then, I ask myself this:
How am I not capable of savoring feelings, when I'm accompanied by the trace of you on every fiber of my being?