So This is What it Feels Like...

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.

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