The room we shared our first laughs in, our first hugs, our first touches, our first kisses.
Wasn't it precious? grounded in reality but fulfilled through fantasy.
the shallow breaths we both shared, the way our bodies pressed together, discovering one another and learning the bounds of our movements, the curves of our hips and tides of our love, the way our bodies responded to our words, our lips, our tongues.
the bedroom is where we gave ourselves to one another, the place where we could share that of our deepest secrets and desires, the place where I felt safe with you.
don't you remember that? you must, if not, maybe it was im fact memories grounded in fantasy instead of memories grounded in reality.