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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.