It is strange how memories are made. We never really think that something good or bad that we do is actively leaving an impression on someone’s mind or sometimes even on their souls. It may be some thing as simple as a smile or it may be something life changing as a relationship. Nothing is too small or too big when it comes to forming a powerful memory.
He and I don’t have anything in common. We don’t talk a lot. He doesn’t read. I can’t talk like he does. He lives in images, I live in words. We think alike but express ourselves in extremely different ways. He surrounds himself with people, I surround myself with self made walls. He doesn’t try and I don’t give in.
He is extremely polite. I already believe he is a part of me; I don’t get the point of thank-you-s and hello-s. He sees everything that’s right about me. I see everything that is perfect about him.
He moves ahead with every step. I drag myself to catch up with him. He is my benchmark, I am his…nothing.
I have managed to make every moment spent with him a memory. My mind records every word he says. Every lame joke he cracks. Every door he holds open and every kind word he says. Nothing he does seems significant to him. But to me everything he does is a memory, powerful enough to make or break my world.