and i'll send all my loving to you, darling i'll be true

She can’t remember all the kisses they’ve shared over the years, memory deteriorated by age makes it impossible, yet the ones she does remember are in technicolor, so vivid and loud they almost resemble a much-cherished children’s cartoon, constantly playing on the edge of her subconsciousness. And much like watching reruns of one’s favorite old cartoons, they bring her unadulterated naïve joy, seeping the same warmth into her as his kisses do. A story told through kisses shared.