One of those moments when you catch yourself thinking, "It can't get any better than this..."
Everything reminds me of you now. Even the blisters on my feet. I still have them from that concert we went to a couple of months ago. Remember that? It was late summer and we were drunk, and happy - so, so happy. We were full of life, and love, and laughter.
You took me down to the walk way, where everyone was watching, and you spun me around, and around, and around. I was dizzy, and drunk, and so incredibly high - off of you, of the music, of the night. I kept laughing, and tripping, and stepping all over your feet in my high-heeled boots.
But you didn't care.
You kept spinning me around and around - only pausing briefly to spin me, full circle, and then catch me in your arms. And we were laughing. We couldn't stop laughing.
I remember throwing my head back and just letting it all out. And I remember thinking, "So this is what is feels like". And I wasn't sure what "it" was, I just knew that I was feeling it.
I was feeling something important.
By the end of the night, I started complaining about my feet. So you carried me to the car. You picked me up, and threw me over your shoulder. And we laughed some more. The next morning, I woke up with aching feet. But I didn't mind. The night before, I had had the time of my life. Sore feet never killed anyone, I told myself.
So I enjoyed my aching feet. I reveled in my aching feet.
They were a reminder of the night we danced. They were a reminder of the night we laughed.
And laughed. And laughed. They were the left-overs of a happy memory. Now, more than a month later, the blisters are healed. All that's left are little red marks, right on the side of my heel. If I press down on them, they turn white - the only real reminder of what they used to be.
I think they're going to scar.