Memories

She missed him.

This wasn't anything new to her. It wasn't a new feeling. Yet, it still hurt.

Having had this feeling for so long, knowing that it was always there, though hidden deep somewhere inside her, it had become a common emotion to her. Something that resided in her. A constant consciousness of the feeling. At times, she succeeded in deceiving herself that it had gone. Then one of those forbidden fruits, that nourish the memory and liven emotions, would happen upon her; A song, a smell, a taste.

All of which she was very careful not to indulge in. Careful to avoid. And it would be in those unexpected moments that her mind would flood with rich, warm, vibrant memories. Though almost before they had even come, they would be gone. Leaving her desperately grasping at any small detail. Trying, in vain, to make the memory last.

Reminding her, so harshly, of why she guarded herself from those fruits. Those false pleasures that wet only the tip of her tongue, tempting to quench her thirst, yet leaving her all the more parched.