PART I

Those days are still in my memory.
The wind tickles my ears, stirs hair and revives my youngling cheeks with icy breath. I am beautiful with innocence and desire to be yours.
Do you remember me? Do you remember the taste of my lips or how I stealthily looked at your scars?
You were so calm, spoke confidently. You radiated strength and homage.
I remember our rendezvous. You stood there alone, waiting for me to come. At that moment you belonged to me alone, I filled your mind.
The smell of a recent downpour, summer coolness and dew of my youth – It gave me pacification.
The sun shines bright, blinding my insatiable gazes. Sometimes your image pops up right before my eyes; I don't want to forget how you made me your own.
We walked in the park, voraciously devouring each other's stories. I didn't want to miss a single piece of you. I think you absorbed me too.
I will not forget your messages. My heart trembled with joy and realization that it was you.
Do you remember our phone calls? Your voice was my crack rock. I was ready to take it forever. I hid in the kitchen, hid you from parents. I didn't burn with desire to share you with anyone else.
You were mine – I was yours.