and oh, I do remember.

Memories are the records of guilt, happiness, and sorrow, the things which we often wish we need not bear. They haunt and they prod.

Even the best of memories haunt me, taunting me, reminding me of all I cannot have, of what was taken from me. But yet they remind me to smile, and make me hope for those days again.

They give me a smile when I feel as if I never could.

And they make me miss days long past.
Sigh.