Some say they hate the sweetest memory. It's not really the person whom you miss. It's the memories. What makes you sob to sleep, and what keeps your head spinning round and round. They say love is pain. They don't really feel the pain. The memories, what they recall, makes them cry their eyes out upon missing it. Wouldn't it be great if memories can be erased? Or left alone to be forgotten. But no...the more we remember, the more we recall, the more details come in place, creating the scars on our hearts.
