Selective Memory

Once you said something to me and it moved me to tears. We were walking home through the dark. I remember the exact street we were standing on, the direction I was facing in, the exact spot I stopped in when your words sunk in. I remember the way you looked at me, the way your face changed as my eyes began to redden and sting. I even remember the clothes we were wearing. I remember how long your facial hair was. And  I remember the feeling, the crushing weight of  beauty so immense, so difficult to bear. The way it filled my chest and choked me up. The way you took me in your arms and made it well up and over and melt away.

But I cannot, cannot for the life of me remember what it was that you actually said.