God, I just keep remembering.

Do you ever remember? Do you smile as insanely as I do?

It’s kind of driving me crazy, I need to know what you’re thinking. I want to know.
Please.

I… it’s just, real. I remember it all. It’s all so clear, everything about then. Do you remember like I do?

I was sitting in the waiting room. The song came on. And I just… remembered. I smiled. You know, that kind of smile.

The big one. The grin. The one you can’t seem to keep off of your face. The insane one. The one where it feels like your whole… self is smiling. Your “soul.” Animus. The “part of you that’s more than your anatomy”

You feel like that is what’s smiling. And that’s why you can’t keep it inside. You feel like you’re going to explode, either from being excited, being silent, or both.

I remembered. I smiled.

Do you… do you remember? Remember like I do?

I want to know what you’re thinking.