Memories are something priceless that you can’t ever have again. They are like windows to your past. Those lovely times. You don’t know the mysteries of tomorrow, but you do know these lovely times and you can’t give up on them. You can’t leave them or make them leave you. They’re special made with people as special as that.

Why can’t I give up easily?

Because I don’t want to. Is that so bad?

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