Memory is a funny thing because when I was 7, I fell off the tire swing in my back yard and sprained my hand. I swore that it was the worst thing that would ever happen to me and that I’d never forget how painful it was. Until today I had completely forgotten about it, until I stumbled upon the picture of my young self with a gauze wrapped around it. And all I hope for is that someday, maybe I’ll be going through an old box and I’ll find the love letters you used to write me, and the feelings that come flooding back will be a complete surprise because I will have forgotten all about what we used to be.
― memories (H.S)