"You don't remember what happened. What you remember becomes what happened." In my eighteen years of living in this world (which suck, at some time), I have learned that goodbyes would always hurt, pictures never replace having been there, memories good or bad would bring tears, and words could never replace those feelings. Well, I always loved remembering every single piece of memory I had, good or bad. But when it comes to this, all I wanted was to just close my eyes, and wish that the moment I wake up, everything would be back to normal, and that this was just a sort of twisted dream. But I think it's pretty impossible, because it happened.All Rights Reserved
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