I am slowly writing the stories about events that has made who I am today.
In the mist of this whole process, I can't help reflecting and thinking back to the old days when I was a child and when I was in high school. The memories of the things that were most valuable to me. I remembered the person was formally in a relationship to the crush I had in college. And even though a part of me miss all of those memories, memories of them are like old pictures. It is something you treasure, something you look back once every rainy day and take in the moment when it was all real. But the moment end, you slowly put these pictures back to the boxes and slowly tuck them away in the back of your mind. They will forever remain there and leave a kind impression on you as you walk slowly toward the future and what is waiting for you.
I pray for guidance.
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