Those night time bike rides through quiet neighborhoods.

The conscious conversations between two souls.

Life and love and future endeavors.

The hill we rushed down as we picked up speed, and the tough climb back up the other side.

The breakfast you made, the eggs and toast, the cup of tea, and the tears that ran down my face because everything seemed so perfect and yet it still wasn't right.

The music that played as we danced on the wooden deck, minds oblivious to those around us and eyes catching glances at one another, and our feet, making sure we were staying in time.

The stars that fell out of the sky as we laid in the bed of the truck on a gravel road in the middle of the night, eyes looking in every direction, and collectively gasping as they lit up across the sky.

The beautiful voice singing along to the guitar that played as we sat on that metal bench, eating gelato, and feeling our souls inexplicably in sync with theirs.

Sometimes I wonder if I'm the only one that revisits these experiences, or is this something everyone does? Am I alone in my reminiscing or is there someone also thinking of them at the same time? There are triggers too.

Matchbox Twenty songs. Bike riding past certain streets. White cars. Silver trucks. They make me happy to remember them. For some of them, I just have to also remember to let them go....