sometimes late at night, i think of passed memories we had. some good. some bad. the good ones make me smile and make my stomach churn, but the bad ones remind me of what went wrong. i like to think that there were more good memories, because those i remember so well. but what did you do with those memories? do you think about them? or did you leave them behind? i kind of want to know, but then i don't. sometimes i think you remember them, because of the way you sometimes look at me. but then i think that you erased them. but how can you not remember something that was so meaningful? i just think it's funny how we went from uphill to downhill, and now we're stuck in the midde. so what's next? will more memories come, or will they only remain in my head?
