Memories are a weird thing. They make you laugh, they make you ache. Sometimes they bring smiles, mixed with a few tears. But that's just the nature of memories- they're unlike anything else. Maybe, they're the reason why we hold on, maybe they're the reason why we stay. Maybe, they're the reason we sometimes find things tough one second, and easier the next. Maybe, they're the reason why sometimes letting go of things is so tough. But still, we won't change a thing about them, would we?