Life is made up of a series of moments. And whether or not you like it, whatever you experience, no matter if it's paying for products at a grocery store or witnessing something incredibly monumental and life-changing, that moment checks into your brain. Petulant moments, beautiful moments, moments that indefatigably, tirelessly, work their way into your mind until they can't leave. Yet the most traumatic moments are blocked out. Sadness is remembered - trauma is forgotten. Not forgotten, perhaps, but maybe buried deeper, where no one can find it.
Because everything becomes past tense.
Because once things happen, they have happened. Every moment, every experience, every thing you live and have lived...
Because every moment becomes a memory, and everyone you love becomes someone you once loved.
This is the story of my moments and my memories. The one that I love...
And the one that I loved.
YOU ARE READING
past tense.
Teen FictionLife for Autumn so far was like staring out a car window, noticing everything and everyone but nobody looking back at her. The thing was, she liked it that way. Until Thatcher wandered into her life. Thatcher, this beautiful, mysterious, book-bound...
