They say the past should be left behind and buried beneath the weight of time. But how do you forget the moments where you found peace? The moments where you discovered the true meaning of love, and where you were free to be yourself because you were with them. Could you really forget all of that? What if every memory still feels as vivid as the day it happened? What if the old trail that once witnessed your love still lingers in your heart, even after time has left it behind? Would you avoid that trail? Or would you choose to walk it one more time, if only for a moment, to revisit the memories you could never bring yourself to leave behind?