..what he does not forget..what she remembers

He does not remember the words she said..she does not remember the date or events when it happened..They just remembered the minutest insignificant details.

'How her lips curved and her cheek bones prominently went up when she broke into smiles while she layed coiled in him pressed against his cheek'

'How the the tip of her nose felt icy cold at the side of his neck',

'How his palm fit her palm exactly, how it didn't fit exactly,'

'How she was not the most beautiful girl of this world but 'that moment'.. when he walked out of the house and turned back. The morning rays were falling on her.. that sight of her melted him!'

'How occasionally they glanced at each other and and it lingered intentionally into a longer gaze. Both refused to give it up first in that moment,

How when one of the either does give up, they acknowledged the moment in this secret smile which only the other could see,'

'How she stared him right in the eye..like she could look through and read him, and he would not blink and let himself, his truth and lies be read'

He does not remember the words she said..she does not remember the date or events when it happened..They just remembered the minutest insignificant most significant and the most sincere details.

People meet, people part..We feel we forget people and move, but we always remember them in smallest details that were never spoken off, never will be