Sometimes, I wish it was as simple to erase a memory, as it is to delete a picture, or a text message.
Memories of relationships that fall apart.
Memories of friends who drifted away.
Memories of the loved ones who were taken away.
How can something which was so perfect, end up so tainted, end up hurting so much?
Those memories, of the moments which were so beautiful, the moments when we were so happy... How do we deal with them. Theres no way to lock them away. You cant put them in a box and hide them out of sight.
No matter how hard we try.
All it takes is a song. A scene in a film. A smell.