Memory

The weather was nearly perfect tonight when I got out the swimming pool. Strolling under the pine trees by the sidewalk, I recollected the memory lingering after years of toil, tried to catch the romantic feeling when I was with the girl. I was then a little nobody-without any admirable title except graduate studentship of the so and so University, but I was young, healthy and most importantly full of dreams. The campus had changed a lot, but the basic layout remained. Somewhere around here reminded me that we sucked each other vigorously by mouth. Of course, history was not all that wonderful and happy, however, somehow the unpleasant part had been distilled and only the nice part was left -that's why we always feel nostalgic about the time past.