We all have memories. A lot of them. Bad memories, good memories, embarrassing memories. We all have something to remember.

Memories are fragile. They can be really nice to think about until something bad happens between you and the person that you had those moments with. Then comes the moment you start hating memories and try to forget. Life’s a weird thing, these memories stay in our minds the longest. No one can really tell why.

Do I like to remember? I absolutely hate it. I’d rather drown in dreams that will never come true than think about happy moments because I can’t get rid of the thought that these moments are inimitable and unique. I physically can’t go back to those times when I was happy. They are gone and left forever in our hearts only. Videos and photos can’t show those feelings we had. Our soul keeps it but time’s the cruelest eraser: it gradually rubs them out.

Do I like to remember? I absolutely love it. I break away the reality and feel free and loved and happy and confident. I remember all touches I’ve gotten, all smiles I’ve seen, all nice words I’ve heard. I love those strange butterflies in your stomach you get when you hear a song or catch a smell that are connected to something you’ve nearly forgotten.

Do I like to remember? Maybe, I can’t tell. Memories make me incredibly happy when I remember but make me sad when I’m back to reality.

«When it seems like nothing is right, you can look back at your memories and for a short while escape,» that’s how Zac Deck said. I want to add,»But, please, don’t forget to come back.»