forgotten memories are weird.
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once things that stuck in your head like glue, vivid as ever...become bits and pieces, and everything is greying.
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i guess this is what they call 'progress.'
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i found a shirt with some memories attached. i had forgotten the shirt and some of the memories written on it. the shirt itself hurt to look at. i remember the night he gave it to me. i was happy and i remember laying in the snow and nothing could ruin that feeling i had. the things written on the shirt however...they didn't hurt as much.
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i remembered things that were totally forgotten, and i recalled things a little more vividly. i smiled. i've always said with pain in my gut that it's funny the way love fades without warning. i guess the same goes for memories.
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i think right now i'm just learning to smile instead of cry at them.
