Collection of Memories Overtime
There are things in life that we forget that are important to us. For instance we forget the times we stared at the purple sky and danced in the rain. There are these little moments in life that we just slip away from our hands. From the softest touch to the harshest words.
We all want to love and beloved though some of are afraid to...Some of us are afraid to love because we know one day that death will come. The heartbreak that follows is enough to kill.
Unfortunately this is not a light feeling that we can dance through. This pain... it hurts. Its not watching the ballerina twirl with Devine precision....Its more like feeling a hippopotamus stomps on our chest.
With all the memories flooding back in all at once we start to remember. Remember all the bad we've wished and all the good we've done. In the face of death we always seem to remember those small things. Whether life lets us remember making peanut butter jelly sandwiches or running from the wind. Life is funny that way.
You see death may make us remember everything, but love?
Love gave us the memories we should never forget.
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