They said, memories are the most precious gem that a person have
It is their own treasure, just like a diary
Only the owner knows what's inside of it
The feelings that they didn't have the chance to share with another person,
And it slowly kills them
Sometimes, it is the joy
but most of the time it is the pure awfulness down their throat
Like a poison that the villainess put in the main character's tea in order to give all their hatred a one more chance to be free
Just like an old diary that the little kid kept until they're entered highschool,
The forgotten diary inside the carton box under her mom's room
Do you know what's inside of it?
The memories
They wrote something in it to get off the feelings that they once had
Like a silly little giddiness in their chest when their crush smiled at them once
And then, they are adolescents
They remembered the old diary,
and read it while sitting in their bed not minding the pouring rain outside
They remembered the feelings while reading the beginning of their story,
the hazy memory
Memories are just like a diary
The person can keep it to themselves
But the decision whether they will let another person know what are the contents inside of it are on their hands
And it is like letting someone into your life,
To let them know what your favorite color is like
Or maybe the way you want your coffee serves as, is it cold or is it hot?
No one really knows your preferences in life
Unless you let someone know
The decision lays in your hand, whether you let them enter free your personal space and do whatever they want
Would you let yourself drown in a deep ocean when you know you couldn't swim just because you want to save another person who's drowning?
The decision is on you
Just like a diary, and the Memories
Would you share it with another person that enters the door in your life?
The decision is on you
People often say that the memories are the precious gems that a person have,
And i admit, it's true.
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