As soon as it began, it is done.

Where do I go from here? That is a question with too many answers and my mind is too full of thoughts and feelings that I can't even process past today.

There are times when my memory is a curse. Not being able to forget things has been very useful, but not now. Now it is like being locked in a very small room with a swarm of angry bees; buzzing around me, stinging where they can.

First kisses, soft touches, smiles, words.

Buzz, buzz, buzz.

Parks and clouds, beaches and laughter.

Buzz, buzz.

Bundling up under blankets on cold nights.

Buzz.

All of them just as if they were yesterday.