I hate it when there is a moment during your day, when a song or scent or store or car triggers your memory and your past memories come rushing back and fills your whole mind. And then theres a part of your heart that wishes for that past back, just because whatever is was that you are thinking of, was so beautiful. Even it was ugly in the end. It was worth it. And then you capture something else, and your mind goes to different memories. And you don't think about it again until the next day. But it always happens again...and always will. I think of you every day.
I lied. I dont really hate it. I kinda love it. Even the painful memories. It has shaped me into who I am.
Wrong timing I guess.
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