Remembrance Trance

It had been so long. Seconds had turned into minutes. Minutes turned into hours. Hours turned into days, weeks, months and years.

And he still remembered.

The softness of her hands, how they fit so well within his, the shape of her fingers, how they felt entwined with his. The shape of her body, how it personified the perfect hour glass, curving in all the right ways. The curls of her hair, cascading down her shoulders, never falling over her face - it knew to well not to hide her beauty. Her laugh. He remembered it so fondly, how her nose would scrunch up in the middle of a giggle, the dimples of her cheeks as they'd rise, showing her flawless smile.

He missed her energy. Everything was at ease when she was around. The world would just fade into a dull hum lost in the background. All that mattered was them.

He worried that it had been too long. Would things have changed? Could it be possible that his memories had played tricks on him?

He knew from the moment that he walked in the room, everything was as it should be. There, against the backdrop of lights, he could make out her outline.

Everything came rushing back.

Even though it was just her outline, he could make out the shape of her nose, cheeks, her full vibrant lips, how the nape of her neck curved so slenderly into her shirt.

He had to catch his breath.

When she looked over at him and he couldn't do anything by smile. He felt like he was seven again, embarrassed by the opposite sex - butterflies fluttering in his stomach. She was as magical as he remembered.

His world hadn't changed.