The past beats inside me like a second heart.
No matter how much suffering you went through, you never wanted to let go of those memories.
The worst part of holding the memories is not the pain. It's the loneliness of it. Memories need to be shared.
I don't want to repeat my innocence. I want the pleasure of losing it again.
The town was paper, but the memories were not.
Memories warm you up from the inside. But they also tear you apart.
Gosh, life is so cruel. It shows you happiness, then whisks it all away, and you're left with nothing but memories and broken promises about a future you'd do anything to have.
Take care of all your memories. For you cannot relive them.