I don't know what it is about tonight that has me remembering. Maybe it's the music I've been listening to, or maybe the fact that all my friends have left to college and I'm not too far behind from leaving either. I'm not too sure. However , I am sure of one thing: I don't always like to remember. Not because remembering is some awful thing to do, because, well it's obviously not. It's the memory. It's the moment ones mind has decided to revisit and remind oneself of some past we've obviously have tried to repress. Or a moment that's just too perfect, it reminds us of how unhappy we are for going back to remember it. Or a memory that's not bad, nor good,but just sitting there, in our minds, waiting for a night like tonight, to be visited.
Thats the memory that's haunting me right now. A moment in my life that's happened, wasn't good enough to remember, but not bad enough to try to forget. However, this moment, this memory that's opened up once again led to another memory, and then that led to another, and then that led to another. The beauty of the mind. It just doesn't stop haunting. These memories were no longer just moments in my life that have happened. These meant much more. They were moments I knew I'd miss one day. They were moments I knew would be bittersweet to remember. They're moments that remind me of how much I've lost.
And turns out, "I've lost a lot of what I don't expect to ever return..."