Yesterday, everything that happened came rushing back. Everything that had been locked away in a box whose key had been missing for years sneaked up on me and caught me unaware. I wasn't expecting the past to hit that hard, for emotions to cut this deep.

We watched the sun melt into a golden blur as you took my hand and smiled at me. Your eyes told me what you wanted before your lips did. I didn't hear a word you said prior to this moment. All of them had been whisked away by the cool breeze that was soothing us.

Your smile is like a treasure, no wonder I kept it all these years in a keyless box. Maybe I was safeguarding it so that no one would take it away from me. I don't remember the exact moment when it happened. One second I was marvelling at your gorgeous smile and the next, I was tasting it's luxurious wetness against my own.

Your lips were perfect, like your skin was laced with gold and ivory smelted by the gods into a perfect, plumb and delicious pair. The world must've stopped, everything must've come to a standstill because the breeze had disappeared. All that remained was the steady rhythm of your heart paired with mine. I savoured your lips as much as I could, enough to lock them in my keyless box. If only the mark your lips tattooed on my neck could last forever.