Memories warm you up from the inside. But they also tear you apart.
The town was paper, but the memories were not.
People think dreams aren't real just because they aren't made of matter, of particles. Dreams are real. But they are made of viewpoints, of images, of memories and puns and lost hopes.
The worst part of holding the memories is not the pain. It's the loneliness of it. Memories need to be shared.
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Memories, even your most precious ones, fade surprisingly quickly. But I don’t go along with that. The memories I value most, I don’t ever see them fading.
No matter how much suffering you went through, you never wanted to let go of those memories.
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