I haven't eaten much all day, and this strawberry slushie is my dinner.
My friend looked pretty confused when I ordered a drink made of ice, on this cold winter night. My hands were cold and I froze my throat as the sugary drink went down. Cold inside and out, but I didn't care. I remembered all the things that went along with the memory of it. Every time I got it, something good was happening. With Olivia, Maran and Kristin at 11:30 that one night, or the one o'clock trip on the Fourth of July with my mom. But especially... Holding hands with a wonderful boy, walking around in the heat, smiling at the gracious clock that gave us more time than expected.
No matter how icy cold it is to the touch, it makes me all warm inside. The memories of it are dear to me, and I needed them all to become tangible again. The taste makes me remember.
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