Law of Memories

The exact moment of wonderful emotions are never written, recorded, captured, or documented in ways it’s preferred. It is felt, thus it is remembered.

At least, that’s what I believed.

Some of the most beautiful happenings in life leaves no evidence. Some of the most heartfelt presence leaves no evidence. We leave no evidence.

What remains is a hazy memory of conversations — appreciations, plans, opinions, in-between jokes, and I don’t know, I don’t remember.

“Why?” I asked myself.

Actually, I have no definite answer to that. I’m still figuring it out. Why some things in life leaves. The other, remain.

But, I hope you remember me, just like I remember you.