“If you’ll choose a certain memory to go back once again, will it be the most recent or a time before?” She asked.
“It’ll be the recent one.”
Her brows were furrowed. “Why is that? I bet your previous is better.”
“It’s not. The previous memory might be carrying a sweet dose of moments, but doubts about what we had might not go far beyond always slipped through my mind. So I choose the recent, because the recent one is this. Us, living in a peaceful countryside, contented with all we got and carrying no tainted whispers and issues that can part us.”
Our eyes met and we just smiled. A silent message delivered and the coming of a light feeling of finality between our beating hearts.