Here I am writing something that popped into my head suddenly..

Its strange, is it not?

The things we remember

From the good ol' times.

Not the Rain,

But the Splash

on the way back.

Not the letter,

But the handwriting

On the Envelope.

Not the chatter,

But the tone

On the phone.

Not the fights,

But the looks

Afterwards.

Not the gifts,

But the thanks

Effusive and heartfelt.

Not the name,

but the smile

on her face everytime.