Memories warm you up from the inside. But they also tear you apart. – Haruki Murakami, Kafka On The Shore
I remember following my dad while he was teaching me how to make turns on the slope.
I remember listening to my dad while he told us another one of his bedtime stories. Stories he made up.
I remember how the air smelled right before the first snowfall of the season.
I remember the warm sun on my skin while the air was already cold.
I remember my mom singing in the kitchen while preparing our favorite food.
I remember how my heart was beating right before he kissed me for the first time.
I remember how it felt when my heart was broken for the first time.
I remember the laughter on a night in with my friends, cooking spaghetti’s and having a great time.
I remember going for a run with said friends and not only enjoying the company but also nature and the workout.
I remember the heartache after my boyfriend leaving and how my friends picked me up.
I remember cooking a tomato sauce for my pasta for the first time and messing it up totally.
I remember my friend telling me that she could not live like this anymore.
I remember feeling relieved that she found a reason to keep going.
I remember the warm hugs from my dad.
I remember the time my mom and I were best friends.
I remember running through the sprinklers naked and giggling.
I remember building a snowman.
I remember waiting for his letter to arrive.
I remember waiting for his phone call.
I remember waiting for his plane to arrive.
I remember having to say goodbye to him again and seeing the plane leave.
I remember asking myself if I’ve made the biggest mistake of my life.
I remember meeting my husband.
I remember packing our boxes for the big move.
What do you remember?