Meet me in Montauk
I tend to forget things. Thing which are not meant to be left behind.
I woke up afraid, looking around the room. And then there was this man asleep, lying down beside me. Hugging me tight. And as I move, he held me much closer then kissed my shoulders and whispered “I love you”. Who is he? I closed my eyes and tried to recall what happened the night before. Did I get drunk? I was never this wasted before. As I slowly opened my eyes I then remembered, he’s my man, I think I’m married and God! This is our room!
It happened for the fifth time and I’m hoping that I’ll still remember you when it hit me again. Wish I won’t forget. And if ever I did, I’m really praying that I’ll still return to the same memories again.