Almost a year ago, it seems like more has passed. It's been a year since I ran into him. I can swear under a court of law, that I remember very well how it all happened, how I found the curve of his laughter next to my lips, I can remember how the palm of his hands went over my skin, I can remember perfectly well the first time I saw the dimples on his cheeks when he smiled, I can clearly remember how I confessed to him secrets that I had always kept with me and for fear of what people would say I never said, I can remember the insecurities that came out of me because I thought I was the same as the rest and he was going to leave, but I also remember how resigned I felt to let him go if that happened. I remember our first discussions that were so necessary because they help me feel that what we have is real and that, honestly, make me love you more.
Memory of two
