Posts tagged “memory”

Two small moments define love for me: my father pulling my mother up to dance to their cheesy song on an empty beach, and my impossibly cool brother literally stepping back, breathless at the sight of his girlfriend. Those unguarded moments are what the word means to me.

Time speeds up as you get older because your brain stores memories as deltas -- differences from what you've seen before. New experiences slow perceived time; familiar ones compress it. Want life to slow down? Do something genuinely new.

A poem of memories, tender and honest, the good and the hard, leading back to one truth: you have always loved me, and I am sorry I ever forgot.

Just when I was starting to forget.