I do not know how to start this story, but it should be about memories. So, I will go back and recall the past. How was it? What was there? And probably my thoughts about it.
I want to say that there is nothing special about my past. But I know you would not agree with that. Although the past is not that close to my heart, I will try to remember as much as possible. Bear with me because I'm not a good storyteller.
Let's start with the question of why it wasn't close to my heart. On second thought, maybe I only deny the truth. It must have been in my heart, but I don't want to admit that. You see, I'm a bit of a complicated person.
Or maybe because of a cruel past. I have one, we all have one. And the severity differs from people to people. So, I know somehow why a person like me becomes like this. And I respect everybody who does.
Then there are happy times. Everybody expects stories to end with a happily ever after, so why not do it here? I thought you'll be glad. I don't want to look bad anyway.
Happy times are the best. When you're at the moment, you often forget what weighs you down. You can't stop but be lost in the moment. You would even wish for everything to stay like that.
And I once did. Now I can remember how great that was. I had so much fun, and I was smiling. Come to think of it. I had a lot of happy memories.
“Memories are always special. Sometimes we laugh by remembering the days we cried, and we cry by remembering the days we laughed. That's life.” ― Anurag Prakash Ray
How do memories become special? Is your past close to your heart? Do you have a lot of happy memories?
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