Her Lips

Her lips tasted like the universe, like the edge of our universe. If there was a sample of the taste of the universe, her lips would be that sample.
Last night I saw her. My brain, already flooded with dopamine and endorphines, was not able to produce any more of those substances when I saw her. Her sight did not change a thing of what was going on, I did not feel any happier or sad. She was just there, like a shadow that won't move because the light source which is creating it is static, because all I could see, hear, feel and fear in that exact moment was static. But I did know I wanted her, I did know I still loved the taste of her lips, the taste of her smile and the sweet sound of her laughter when I said something stupid or the way she would look at me after a long session of non-sense chat. I still liked the way she holds the soap bar, the way she holds a book as she reads it or how stoked she was when she heard me say "spooky" for the first time.
Then I blinked. She was there no more. I turned my head. She was there. I closed my eyes, took a breath, opened my eyes. She was not there. I turned my head. She was not there. I turned my head. She was not there. I turned my head. She was not there. I gave up.
She flew as other friends have flown before, she did not wait for the morrow. She flew as my hopes have flown before.

So relateable. I've been in the army for 3 years, with 3 ntc rotations and 2 deployments about to be 3. It's sad to stop and realize through all the chaos and disconnect from the real world that all my friends and family have faded away. To look back at my life before seeming nothing but a distant dream; as though none of it had ever happened. Pretty sad really; being young. You think the friends you have will always be with you, that nothing could break you away, and then life happens. People move on, people forget and they leave past memories behind. If there is one thing I've learned it's that nothing is permanent. Everything goes away in the end.

Indeed, life moves on no matter what happens. People memories fade over time. But one must move on and keep up. Thanks for reading!