The thing is, I can't fully go into details what that particular memory is--which was brought up as a nostalgia as I face this screen of mine again-- but for sure it's one I'll heavily miss. One of the more better days I had. No, scratch that, one of the best.
As I sip a cup of coffee and the sound of clunking keys reach my ear as I type, I smile about it, and frown, at the oxymoron that I relish and so heavily yearn for that one singular moment again. I didn't think much of it before but now, a few more times it hits me and I pray that I could recapture it.
I highly doubt that. At the time, there was that hint of mystery that fueled it. That perplexing enigma that you wish to uncover, like a curious child eager to know what lies within the box of satin and velvet awaiting him under the Christmas tree.
Now, the magic of it all waning, only the fact that a flame has been kindred is the only thing you could smile about. That flame burning slowly, not quite dying but not quite vivid. Just enough to allow you to see.
Maybe I'm asking too much, maybe asking too less. Maybe even just in between. Maybe I'm just asking for that one moment back again. When all seems just right.
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