Memories warm you up from inside☺️, but they also Tear you apart☠️.

You know memory is a funny thing. 

I don't know whether this happens with you or not, 

but when I was in the scene with someone I had hardly paid it any attention. By meaning of  scene I mean the moment. So when I was in the scene I hardly paid it any attention.

Attention to the surroundings. 

But now only the memories of the surroundings have left.

I never stopped to think of it as something that would make a lasting impression, certainly never imagined that after so many years, I would recall these memories in such details.

Yes i am talking about those first-time kind of memories with your loved one.

I didn't give a damn about the surroundings that day .

 Maybe I was thinking about myself. I was thinking about the beautiful person walking next to me. I was thinking about the two of us together ,and then about myself again. I was at that age, that time of life in when every sight, every feeling, every thought came back, like a boomerang, To me. 

And worse, I was in love, love with complications. 

Surroundings was the last thing on my mind.

So many years have gone by, and still I can bring back every detail of that day .

People bustling around but they were in a blur frame that day for me.

The smell of the clean summer, the faint chill of the wind, the barking of dog: these are the first things, and they come with absolute clarity. 

I feel as if I can reach out and trace them with a fingertip.

And yet, as  clear as the scene may be,

 no one is in it,

No one.

Everything that seemed so important back then.The self i was then, and the world i had then: where could they have all gone?

Its true, i can't even bring back the actual face of the person - not straight away, at least.

All I'm left holding is a background, pure scenery with no people at the front.