Stills

Though he did hurt me a lot.
Some of the good memories I had with him are worth remembering.

In my mind, memories were playing --like a film reeling in a slow motion with my favourite genres of romance; of all those kisses I've missed, fantasy; of all those dreams I once painted with you and adventure; of all those crazy silly things we did when we were madly in love. And all of the best parts in the film were being put on pause to keep me smiling like an idiot. Why?

Because they were best kept as stills --stills of you.