Momento.

She reached in her pocket for the keys to the apartment she'd been longing to get into all day. She missed it. The cool darkness and the final sigh of relief. The couch, the light taps of rain on the window and the soft sounds of cars passing by in the streets. Collapsing somewhere never felt so good, but from there her thoughts went right back to the place she thought she left in the cab ride over. The tears in the park, the office, the subway ride or maybe just even in her first blinks this morning.

It alluded her, the reasons as to why the memories of his goddamn name, face, even that damn cologne..none would detach themselves from her being. Why was it so hard for her to put him to rest? Flashbacks of lovemaking came and changed as frequent as the untamed rain patterns. Hands clasping hands. Her legs around his back. His eyes on her smile. Lips pressed hard against each other, and there, right there in the middle of it all; the beauty she found and the moments her heart began to beat again.

Some things were never meant to be forgotten.