the memories kept inside this box come back to me, it showed me how we both used to be. if I said I still cared for you, would you love me like how you used to? if I told you I miss you, would you say the same too? - You let it die; that perfect image in your mind.
Sometimes, I still wonder whether you still remember, and if all that we shared still means anything to you.
Future is fear when it's unknown but joy when it' clear.
