pillow memory

There's a memory i have of you. You are laying on a pillow facing me, and I am facing you. Inches separate us, only inches between your eyes and mine, and I am looking into them.

Why does it feel like flying, why does my heart feel like I'm at the top of a roller coaster? Why does it feel like diving, as if I am held in waters cool embrace? Why does it feel like falling, down down down into an abyss.

Why is it whenever I look into your eyes I'm brought back to that moment, that memory, that feeling of flying, falling, and diving.