Every man's memory is his private literature. It is a way of holding onto the things you love, the things you are, the things you never want to lose.
Memories are the treasures that we keep locked deep within the storehouse of our souls, to keep our hearts warm when we are lonely. It's the diary that we all carry about with us.Memories play a very confusing role..
they make you laugh when you remember the time you cried together..
but make you cry when you remember the time you laughed together
I've learned that good-byes will always hurt, pictures will never replace having been there, memories that are good and bad will bring tears, and words can never replace feelings.
We do not remember days; we remember moments.
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2 comments:
Beautiful piece of work. Like most words that come from the heart, it is very true.
thank you :)
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