Memories are more than passive records.
They're like scars on the walls of our minds. Some of them are painful, marked by events I'd rather forget, while others are gentle, almost imperceptible over time, but all are preserved by the hippocampus - a blessing, no doubt.
They are my first kiss and the last I remember giving, both shared with the same person.
It's what repeats in the mind when two or more people like each other.
Memory is the ability to recreate what was once created. It's hearing the unspoken words in the moment, capturing the sighs of emotion, the meaningful glances, and storing them in a vault of precious memories.
It's something irreversible. Like a butterfly that, after flying for the first time, never crawls again.
As long as we're together, does it matter where we go? This question seems to lose its relevance when I think about our memories.
I can't help but run toward you whenever I think about the path we've traveled together.
Waiting for each of your kisses seems like an eternity, but when it finally happens, it's as if time slows down just to let us savor every moment. I know these moments are new memories being formed, albeit short - I don't demand much time, just some whenever possible.
I always swear to love you for my whole life, but sometimes I find myself wondering how possible that really is. It's as if I'm trying to grasp every moment, every detail, every memory, hoping they're enough to sustain this promise.
But I'll fix everything, I promise.
This truth echoes in me like a constant memory. I've been here before, in this place where every feeling, every word, seems familiar, as if I've imagined it all before.
We can't know what we could have if we never try.
I'm the one who always repeats this as disguised advice, a plea to keep waiting for me, please.
Because that's what really matters - the memories we create together, the memories that sustain us in difficult times and make us smile in happy moments.
And we're getting so close.
I know we're still lost, but just a little more and in the blink of an eye,
We'll be found.
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Unforgotten Words • Jenlisa ✔
Fanfiction"Words. I like them, don't ask me why. I never had the answers. But I have a special appreciation for them. I know they are not always necessary, sometimes attitudes are better, but I still really like words and I personally have twelve favorites. T...
