When I think of you, I do not think of them funny jokes that always end in wanton kisses or the accidental touch that run down a current through my spine. Nor do I think of that lazy afternoon in the back seat of a theatre spent mostly in not watching the movie.
I do not think of the unused tickets or the lush green evening spent in circles or the starry strawberry nights in front of the golden campfire.
When I think of you, I think of the searing heat curling up my toes and enveloping me in its warmth.
Warmth trickling down like chocolate and melting memories into a luminescent glow.