Flash Fictionalz

Some objects hold greater value than others.  Some represent family, and take us back to the far away past whenever we allow ourselves time to appreciate them.  Others, though, remind us of the land of Ooo... Or of how warm our passion was.

I remember you every week... Not every day, but at least twice a week, I remember how your favorite color is pink. I remember how your eyes when they looked at me, and how you closed the door before anyone else could get in and interrupt our kiss.  Twice a week, was it? Mondays and Wednesdays?  I remember how you always had a sandwich or a cake ready for me.  I remember how you made me feel special, oh yeah, and wanted. I remember all those pictures we shared.  I remember I could never be for you what you were for me.