sreda, 13. marec 2013

I know these will all just be stories someday.

Someone asked me if I knew you. A million memories flashed through my mind and I whispered: "not anymore."

Memories warm you up from the inside. But they also tear you apart.

The only real treasure is in your head. Memories are better than diamonds and nobody can steal them from you.

It's strange, isn't it? 
How hard it can be to forget something bad, and how easy it can be to forget something good.

But then again, sometimes you miss the memories, not the person.