MEMORIES....~~~

Sometimes, it only take a while to realize that you've lost something for good and there's just no turning back.... But every single thing that happens in life is a lesson and perhaps, when you look back on it someday, you might think, oh hey, that's where I went wrong, but even then, you probably wouldn't get over the feelings, the emotions, the good times, the bad and even if you do, there would be that small scar scraped on the surface of your heart, and it would be there to stay.

Because that's what life is about. The good memories. The bad ones. The ones that make you fall off a chair because you're laughing so hard. The ones that make you cry when you're watching this sad, romantic movie, and it just reminds you of how hard it was to let go. 

Memories. 

They form a part of you. They determine who you are, or who you wanna be. People define themselves from memories. When they see someone they've met before, they go "Hey, I was that girl/guy you met at the coffee shop!! ". Every action is based on a memory, even the word "BEFORE", is a memory itself, something that has already happened. People put time frames on their memory, like, "I bought that car two days after we met that girlfriend of yours, " or " We went to watch that movie right after that football match, remember? ". 


Memories are powerful, they can strengthen bonds, tear bonds apart, but I have one solid question.


Where do all the memories go once you're gone? Who remembers your side of the story? Who would remember the exact way you felt, when you were running your first 100 meter sprint and getting a gold medal for that? Who would remember all the exhilaration, thoughts and ideas you had when you wrote your first book? Who would remember all the people you loved, lost and had?


What happens to all the memories???