It’s interesting, the different memories that burn themselves into our brains.
Every so often I flash on one of two memories about B that will evidently be with me for life. The first is purely emotional — how it felt to be taken care of by someone, the way he tried to relax me when I was stressed, and the way he made me eat breakfast.
The other is purely physical, and pops up at the strangest moment. It’s almost like a phantom limb: I can feel my hands sliding around his waist, my fingers remember what it was like to run my hands up his chest and pull him to me in a big hug. There are times when I could swear that he is there, I can feel him against me.
