I don’t like reminiscing.
I like moving on.
When I graduated from High School, there were a lot of memories there, but I never looked back.
Same thing with Uni days. It’s so rare for me to bring up a certain happy memory into a conversation.
Kamen with relationships. When they’re over, I lock the door and throw away the key.
When I know a close friend of mine is gonna travel, I start building this shield around me, and it’s done wonders.
I guess I always thought it hurts less when you don’t think of the past. When you don’t think of what has happened and who has happened.
But I donno.
Where do all the memories go? Can we really put everything in a box and keep it far far away?
The morning strawberry kisses while cuddling in bed. 2011.
The picnics we had as a family. 1997.
What I felt after watching the best movie of all time. Ever. 1998.
My first kiss. 2007.
Where do the memories go?