A Box of Memories

I was just going though my things this afternoon and found this box I friendly called 'Memories' - cause everything in it brings back memories from the past. Like the water-trick camera I used to squirt people with whenever I pretended to snap a photo of them, or the invisible ink-pen I wrote my secrets with, even the yo-yo I used to played everywhere I go is still in there. Innocent days when our understanding of the world is as simple as happiness and sadness.

And then I discovered the one thing that reminded me of the turning point where I was no longer just an innocent child; I grew and fell down and learnt what it felt like to be hurt by someone I loved. And then I lost that innocence. And couldn't be as happy as before.

The remains of a strong bond,

The memento of a solid relationship,

The things we used to share.

I remember what it feels like,

To love and be loved,

And to lost the love for eternity.

Mini Bites of the day: Memories help us to see how we got to where we are today.