it takes a huge effort to free yourself from memories.
Paulo Coelho

but memories were memories,
it is an old book,
with good stories and bad stories,
we read it, and we end it.
and we put it in the box,
or on the bookshelf,
and we forget,
and sometimes in good day,
or in bad day, we look at it, we remember,
but start to lose the details.
we might pick it,read it again,
or maybe we just plain lazy,
so we just give a quick look,
a quick flash back about what the story is.
memories fade.
and one lucky day, it might give you a visit,
to remind you, you have been there.so you smile
                                                              ,or maybe frown.