She remembers love.
She remembers it from a long time ago.
So long ago, that she only recalls the good times.
Her first dip in the sea of pure happiness,
the waves of love-sickness crashing into her
almost knocking her vulnerable body over,
the tide dragging her back again,
then without realising she is miles away
from the coast of her former self.
She chooses to forget she nearly drowned,
that it created a fear of water within herself,
that she was left calling for help
to which no-one replied.
After days of treading water she instinctively learnt to swim.
Arriving at shore, grazed and disorientated,
she remembers almost nothing from the traumatic journey.
Almost nothing...
She remembers love.
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