just a memory

One day, you'll be just a memory for some people. Do your best to be a good one.

— synsynish

I. Tsunami

The moment I realised I liked you, I told myself I couldn’t. A plethora of reasons forbade me to do so but the heart wants what it wants. I plunged headfirst into the ocean of you; swam in my hopes and dreams, only to drown in my emotions every time I swim ashore to reality.

You are the tsunami of emotions that I feel when I look into your eyes.

II. Earthquake

Albeit the warnings of the danger that looms, my heart was stubborn and foolish. The more time I spent with you, the more I learned about you, and the more I fell. What I wasn’t prepared for was the sudden magnitude of feelings I had for you, even after the tremors subsided.

You are an earthquake that has shattered my soul.

III. Tornado

That night, you kissed me with beautiful words and false hope. Empty promises whispered into my ear that would dance across my skin. I was swept up in your lies, my feet above the ground as I soar high above the city lights. I spiralled out of control and fell down to earth —wrecked.

You are a tornado that destroyed me.

IV. Drought

I hate to admit it but after you left, my heart cracked on every path you have walked on. A now barren land, incapable of supporting new life. How could you breed love when you lacked the necessity that kept it alive? The tears kept on falling even though I was parched.

You are the drought in your leaving.

V. Flood

Time passed and I have learned to heal by stitching the broken pieces with threads of sentences and patches of paragraphs. Writing is my remedy but why is it every time I pick up my pen, all I ever write about is you?

You are the flood of memories that haunts my mind.

I would rather spend every moment in agony than erase the memory of you.

— Michael Faudet

“I am hopelessly in love with a memory. 
An echo from another time, another place.”

— Audrey Niffenegger, The Time Traveler’s Wife

“Maybe I’m dreaming you. Maybe you’re dreaming me; maybe we only exist in each other’s dreams and every morning when we wake up we forget all about each other.”

— Carlos Ruiz Zafón

“We exist as long as somebody remembers us.”

Death and Love

Death leaves a heartache no one can heal; 

love leaves a memory no one can steal.

Mary Jeanne

“Having a sharp memory is great, but sometimes the ability to forget is a lot better.”

Just when I think I'm okay with letting you go, I get hit with the memory of how much you mean to me.

Memory is a way of holding on to the things you love, the things you are, the things you wish to never lose.

You never know

You never know when 

you're making a memory.

an abstract painting.

memory is an abstract painting.

it doesn't present things as how they

are, but rather as how they feel.

be a good one.

one day you'll just be a memory for some people.

do your best to be a good one.

— Vladimir Nabowkov, Lolita

“There are two kinds of visual memory: one when you skillfully recreate an image in the laboratory of your mind, with your eyes open; and the other when you instantly evoke, with shut eyes, on the dark innerside of your eyelids, the objective, absolutely optical replica of a beloved face, a little ghost in natural colors.”

don't take people for granted

worst enemy

Sometimes you will never know the true value of a moment until it becomes a memory....

some errors so sweet

There are some errors so sweet that we repent them only to bring them to memory.

a form of amnesia

It's nice feeling when you know

It's nice feeling when you know that someone loves you, someone misses you, someone needs you, but it feels much better when you know that someone never forgets you.