Chapter 32 Pleasureable Memories

• I wasn't certain whether love could truly transform a person's life or not; I wasn't a philosopher like her. However, one thing was undeniably clear—I had changed without her. Nothing remained the same.
• My very essence had undergone a transformation. The once vibrant sky above me now manifested as a dark, smoky gray. Heavy clouds laden with sadness and regret hovered in the heavens, burdening it with their presence, mirroring the weight of her thoughts on my heart.
• Nothing was the same. Now, all I possessed were her thoughts, not her physical presence. The memory of the sensation of her skin against mine, the taste of her lips dripping like juicing nectar from flowers when she uttered my name restlessly, the intimacy of moments when I thrust my fingers inside her and savored her honey – all of it became a haunting absence.