Upon thinking back on memories of you and me.
I realised that there is no neutral memory.
There are none that I like better than others, none that I would consider less of importance.
There are all my favourite.
They all fill my heart with the same amount of butterflies (Which is a lot)
And they all make me love us more.
Because our memories are what make us, us.
-k.r.m.h.
