I Remember - 4

I remember you didn't like it when I rolled my shirt sleeves too high; you had intervened, and the touch of your fingers on my skin was electric…

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I remember we talked about vacations; you were going to Spain, and I told you that, instead of going to Ireland as planned, I might join you with my friends. As a joke, we arranged to meet on July 14 at noon, in front of Madrid City Hall; we said we would get married there…

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I remember that, under the pretext of work to be completed, I had not attended your farewell party... Your imminent departure and the fact that I had told you nothing about my feelings generated a heavy and dull anger in me…

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I remember the sudden and abysmal hole left by your departure, a life now without colors or flavors…

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I remember the beard I no longer shaved... and the jogging pants I wore to work…

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I remember all those blues songs I listened to – like 'Old Love' by Eric Clapton…

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I remember the Stratocaster I bought, and the minor pentatonic solos that comforted me...