Today, with no effort or wanting, I reminisced you. With no nostalgia or guilt, because remembering is not a sin or choice.
I remembered when you used to lay your head on my chest, like a child seeking comfort and shelter. Whenever you did it my arms would receive you right away. One of my hands caressed your head and the other stroked your back. I felt capable of protecting you from all and forever, immune to any pain. Just me and you, in my chest.
I do not know if I ever said it, but this was my favorite moment. This one and no other. This one so simple, so raw and so ours. For some reason my chest did not forget the impression you left, and maybe that’s why today, without effort or notice I remembered you. Again.
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