Good things fade away far too quickly

"What do you mean when you say you can't remember a good kiss? It fades this fast?!" J was appalled and quickly messaged me on reading my previous post.

I chuckled. I can't remember how it feels physically. Physical memory fades very quickly. A musician who doesn't practice loses his edge on his instrument, because our physical selves need daily reminders to jolt that part of the memory. Just because I've forgotten how it feels doesn't mean that I don't remember how intensely sweet it was.

But this forgetfulness proves that it is a good thing. I can remember with disgust what bad kisses and make out sessions are like. And, yes, I still retain the physical memory of "eeeeyer... gross..." on these lips of mine. Just thinking about it sends shivers down my spine. Sigh, wouldn't it be lovely if the memory of good things lasted as long as bad memories? Oh. Of course, I could just mitigate this memory loss by indulging in them kisses more often. I just need a little co-operation, that's all. You hear that? ;)