Memories bring back you❤️
May be that's the thing about Memories, after all,
They are not bound to the fear of replacement.
You don't feel empty when you share them,
You feel they were lived a really long time ago,
And yet somehow, it still feels like yesterday.
It's like watching those tall buildings in a city,
Almost reaching for the sky,
Slowly slipping into the night as the lights go out,
And telling yourself that
there will never be a time again,
that the stars shone the brightest,
Making your heart, content.
And when you wakeup the next day,
The warm sunshine will gently nudge your face,
Teasing you and making all the way to your heart,
Very carefully, so as to not replace the magic-spell of the stars,
Such that no moment feels gone when you wake up.
It's the thing about Memories, after all,
They are those warm familiar hugs that you send to yourself from the past.