Memories

Memories are like movies.

I often watch these movies when I’m alone. I shouldn’t really.

My favourite movie is the one where the characters go to the museum. You looked so curious and interested and all I could think was how lucky I was. The movie ends with us kissing in front of a cold group of mannequins huddling around a fire for warmth. It may not have been the most romantic setting but when I replay it I imagine it would have faded to black with some overplayed unoriginal love song that would have let the audience know that there is a happy ever after.

Another of my favourites is the one where the two characters spend the day in bed together just talking and laughing. I can never remember the dialogue between the two, but the laughing plays out like a record coming to an end.

When I look back at them it’s like watching a movie on ‘Super 8’ film. Everything is in a sepia golden haze of what was then the best moments of my life.

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But that is all these movies simply are. Memories creeping into my conscience when I least expect it, when I least want them.

I often wonder whether you think about me at all...

You are with him now though. He makes you smile and laugh and cry like I never could. The way he wraps his arms around you make you feel safe and warm. Whereas all I have now is the faint smell of you on the pillow.

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I love the movies we made together. But I wish I could have changed the dialogue between the two protagonists.

So long have I watched these and thought,

‘Why has the boy not told the girl how much he loves her?’

He clearly loved her and yet he never said anything. Why?

He knows he should have.

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Maybe there is a sequel soon too come. Maybe this time the characters find themselves travelling the world, fighting crime, or together laughing.

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