Talania: A Trip down Memory Lane
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“Can you give it back to me?”
He cocks his head, looking confused.
“Can you give my first kiss back to me? You know, let me relive it so that I can keep it this time?” I whisper.
He doesn’t answer; he just pushes off the doorframe and strolls over to me, pressing his lips to mine. Tears are streaming down both of our faces. His tongue flicks my bottom lip and I moan, opening up for him. He slides it in and I whimper. Fireworks are going off in my head. My body is on fire. I am grasping his arms tightly like I did in the home video. It’s a hungry kiss that goes on forever.
I pull back, breathless. “Thank you,” I pant.
He rubs our noses together, sighing.
“I’m sorry I can’t remember.” I feel like I have to keep apologizing to this man. Apparently, he still loves me and always has.
“You’re here and you’re alive,” he whispers, his lips grazing mine.
“I’m here,” I whisper back.
A throat clears in the hallway beside us. I turn to see Drake and something in me snaps. I push away from Tristan and run towards him. I hug him tightly. “I can’t remember, but Tristan is showing me,” I whisper into his chest.
“It’s okay Sunshine. It’s really okay,” he croaks. I pull away.
“Don’t cry Drake,” I wipe the lone tear from his eye and wipe mine too.
“I forgot my phone charger. I am going to head back out. You two need this time.” He nods toward his brother.
“He’s leaving because of me?” I turn around and ask Tristan.
“Oh no, it’s not like that babe. He just wants us to have space while we go down memory lane,” he says and smiles.
“But he’s on memory lane too,” I say, confused.
“Yes, but our memory lane is more intense. He is just giving us privacy babe. ” Tristan takes my hand, dragging me back to the living room.
“Okay, sit. We have one more video of our first summer, and then you can shower and we can start on the holidays leading up to our second summer. Sound good?” He pulls me into his lap on the couch. Oddly enough, it feels right.
I run my fingers through his hair and it feels familiar. So many things about Tristan feel familiar. I am thankful to be alive. Thankful I beat cancer, but I am also still angry for losing so much.
While lost in my thoughts and gazing off into space, Tristan pushes play.
“Okay, so this is us three saying goodbye for three months. Gah!” My voice whines in the camera, causing me to laugh. “Drake, come give me some sugar before you start walking away! Yes, I am talking to you. Stupid boy thought he could get away without saying goodbye.” I shake my head in front of the camera.
“Sunshine, I don’t want to say goodbye, damn it!” Drake whines in the camera.
“You don’t want to say goodbye to your Sunshine?” I ask in mock horror to the camera, making Drake laugh.
“C’mon, give me a hug Sunshine.” The camera moves in and out of focus. “Love you Sunshine.”
“Love you too Stupid boy.”
“Wow, that shit’s rough watching,” Drake clears his throat.
Tristan pauses the DVD and I look down at my hands, mumbling stupid boy. I look up at Tristan then to Drake and smile.
“Come here Stupid boy, give Sunshine a hug goodbye,” I gesture with my hands.
“No more goodbyes Sunshine, only hellos, but I will give you a hug.” He walks over to me and squeezes me tightly.
“It’s good to have you back Sunshine,” he whispers into my hair.
“I’m thinking it’s good to have some of my memories back Stupid boy,” I mock, letting him go.
“Alright you guys, have fun. Call if you need anything,” Drake says as he waves and walks out.
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I watch as they embrace and my heart pounds. So far, so good. I let out a breath.
“It’s good to have you back Sunshine,” he whispers into her hair.
“I’m thinking it’s good to have some of my memories back Stupid boy,” she mocks before letting him go.
“Alright you guys, have fun. Call if you need anything,” he says as he waves and walks out.
“So you ready to watch us leave?” I whisper.
“I think I’m ready. Is it sad?”
“I think it’s more bittersweet,” I say as I hit play.
Drake walks away from her camera.
And this is when my heart pounds out of my chest for real, because I know what I’m about to do.
“So I have no idea what’s taking Tristan so long,” she sighs into the camera. “He knows I have to leave soon. Wait! Is that a guitar?” She asks the camera. I come onto the screen playing ‘Don’t Take the Girl’ with my guitar. I serenade her with my awesome f**king voice and guitar skills. “Tristan baby, I love that song, but your voice is made for rock music.” She giggles into the camera. “But I am glad I got it on film.” She films me sitting the guitar on the dock.
“Ev, promise me, promise me, we’ll talk every day and you won’t forget me.” My voice cracks.
“How could I forget you, my own personal ogler? Three months Trist, we can do it. And you have to hunt down band members so you won’t miss me that much.” She laughs.
“Fucking crazy girl, I’m going to miss you like crazy. Who is going to film Drake pissing on me or film me falling out of a damn pineapple tree? Who’s going to catch all those moments?” I sigh into the camera as she holds it up, capturing both of us.
He cocks his head, looking confused.
“Can you give my first kiss back to me? You know, let me relive it so that I can keep it this time?” I whisper.
He doesn’t answer; he just pushes off the doorframe and strolls over to me, pressing his lips to mine. Tears are streaming down both of our faces. His tongue flicks my bottom lip and I moan, opening up for him. He slides it in and I whimper. Fireworks are going off in my head. My body is on fire. I am grasping his arms tightly like I did in the home video. It’s a hungry kiss that goes on forever.
I pull back, breathless. “Thank you,” I pant.
He rubs our noses together, sighing.
“I’m sorry I can’t remember.” I feel like I have to keep apologizing to this man. Apparently, he still loves me and always has.
“You’re here and you’re alive,” he whispers, his lips grazing mine.
“I’m here,” I whisper back.
A throat clears in the hallway beside us. I turn to see Drake and something in me snaps. I push away from Tristan and run towards him. I hug him tightly. “I can’t remember, but Tristan is showing me,” I whisper into his chest.
“It’s okay Sunshine. It’s really okay,” he croaks. I pull away.
“Don’t cry Drake,” I wipe the lone tear from his eye and wipe mine too.
“I forgot my phone charger. I am going to head back out. You two need this time.” He nods toward his brother.
“He’s leaving because of me?” I turn around and ask Tristan.
“Oh no, it’s not like that babe. He just wants us to have space while we go down memory lane,” he says and smiles.
“But he’s on memory lane too,” I say, confused.
“Yes, but our memory lane is more intense. He is just giving us privacy babe. ” Tristan takes my hand, dragging me back to the living room.
“Okay, sit. We have one more video of our first summer, and then you can shower and we can start on the holidays leading up to our second summer. Sound good?” He pulls me into his lap on the couch. Oddly enough, it feels right.
I run my fingers through his hair and it feels familiar. So many things about Tristan feel familiar. I am thankful to be alive. Thankful I beat cancer, but I am also still angry for losing so much.
While lost in my thoughts and gazing off into space, Tristan pushes play.
“Okay, so this is us three saying goodbye for three months. Gah!” My voice whines in the camera, causing me to laugh. “Drake, come give me some sugar before you start walking away! Yes, I am talking to you. Stupid boy thought he could get away without saying goodbye.” I shake my head in front of the camera.
“Sunshine, I don’t want to say goodbye, damn it!” Drake whines in the camera.
“You don’t want to say goodbye to your Sunshine?” I ask in mock horror to the camera, making Drake laugh.
“C’mon, give me a hug Sunshine.” The camera moves in and out of focus. “Love you Sunshine.”
“Love you too Stupid boy.”
“Wow, that shit’s rough watching,” Drake clears his throat.
Tristan pauses the DVD and I look down at my hands, mumbling stupid boy. I look up at Tristan then to Drake and smile.
“Come here Stupid boy, give Sunshine a hug goodbye,” I gesture with my hands.
“No more goodbyes Sunshine, only hellos, but I will give you a hug.” He walks over to me and squeezes me tightly.
“It’s good to have you back Sunshine,” he whispers into my hair.
“I’m thinking it’s good to have some of my memories back Stupid boy,” I mock, letting him go.
“Alright you guys, have fun. Call if you need anything,” Drake says as he waves and walks out.
6
I watch as they embrace and my heart pounds. So far, so good. I let out a breath.
“It’s good to have you back Sunshine,” he whispers into her hair.
“I’m thinking it’s good to have some of my memories back Stupid boy,” she mocks before letting him go.
“Alright you guys, have fun. Call if you need anything,” he says as he waves and walks out.
“So you ready to watch us leave?” I whisper.
“I think I’m ready. Is it sad?”
“I think it’s more bittersweet,” I say as I hit play.
Drake walks away from her camera.
And this is when my heart pounds out of my chest for real, because I know what I’m about to do.
“So I have no idea what’s taking Tristan so long,” she sighs into the camera. “He knows I have to leave soon. Wait! Is that a guitar?” She asks the camera. I come onto the screen playing ‘Don’t Take the Girl’ with my guitar. I serenade her with my awesome f**king voice and guitar skills. “Tristan baby, I love that song, but your voice is made for rock music.” She giggles into the camera. “But I am glad I got it on film.” She films me sitting the guitar on the dock.
“Ev, promise me, promise me, we’ll talk every day and you won’t forget me.” My voice cracks.
“How could I forget you, my own personal ogler? Three months Trist, we can do it. And you have to hunt down band members so you won’t miss me that much.” She laughs.
“Fucking crazy girl, I’m going to miss you like crazy. Who is going to film Drake pissing on me or film me falling out of a damn pineapple tree? Who’s going to catch all those moments?” I sigh into the camera as she holds it up, capturing both of us.
