before you sleep.

there are memories that are crystalized, kept somewhere in the corner of our mind. those memories are like a warm drink, eternal in the part of your heart.
sometimes you cannot help it but, in a gap between time, take that memory, pour it into your cup, and seep it into your soul. you need warmth; and it warms your soul.

for me, those memories are when i really looked into your eyes for the first time. when you kissed my lips, gently, for the first time.