I still remember the closeness, the feeling of being connected. I remember the intertwining of our fingers as we just layed there, not a care in the world. I told you my secrets and you shared yours. I felt no shame, no rejection. I remember feeling like both the strongest and the weakest person I could be at that time you held me. I remember the heat between us and the excitement that came. I remember feeling the peace that went through me at being held in your arms. I had the strength to push boundaries and never felt more daring in my life. I remember how time flew by without my noticing. I also remember when I finally became conscious of the space that grew between us. I remember the awful silence that made me want to yell. How we stopped talking about important things in our lives. I remember the sting of rejection on so many levels. I remember feeling like a failure and at a loss on how to fix it. Feeling like a shadow of our former glory, all I know how to do is remember.