A screenshot saved in the gallery,
A movie ticket neatly folded and tucked away in the wallet,
A tiny bruise which left a faint mark on your body,
A photograph hidden for you to see every night,
A date circled on the calender of your mind that you remember so profoundly,
You skip songs like you skip meals.
Mostly, there are several moments etched in your heart, waiting for you to let go.
Letting go and holding on depends upon you, just you. It’s not the memories that bring you sorrow, it’s the idea of not being able to live them again; over and over again.