James’s favorite memories are of summertime when Lily made lemonade. He remembers chasing her around the backyard, catching her around the knees, and letting her gently fall. He remembers hovering over her while she laughed, beating his chest in mild protest. He remembers holding her wrists down and how she arched her back. He remembers the tart taste of her kisses and carefree giggles that became music in the breeze.
But mostly he remembers being not only happy, not only in love, but being carefree. He wonders if he’ll ever feel that way again even though he knows the answer.