I remember the way his lips felt on me,

I remember how his warm breath made my heart tense,

I remember the tickle of his fingers on my neck and every part that might have sensation,

I remember how his eyes did an analysis of me whenever our gazes met,

I remember so much of him, perhaps more than even how I used to be,

I remember he said he would always be around, not only in bed but also when my heavy mind would search for solace,

I remember, I do, with only his picture now,

I remember, yes I do, with only the memories of his words and the taste of his fictitious love,

I remember, how we were never meant to be, but yet for a while, the eutopia was true...