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Memories of lost love. |
| My Memory The memory of you is sometimes the reason for great joy, as equally the reason for great sorrow. As my mind journeys back in time to view the precious memories there, I often wonder if you do the same. The memory of you is bittersweet, knowing that I never had expectations of perfection. As time moves forward, the bitterness fades, and all that remains is the sweetness of compassion and love. No matter what my memory of you is or becomes, no one can change it or take it from me. FOR IT IS FOREVER MINE! |