The remembrance of the future to remember.

That's not easy, at all, to remember what you once thought. To remember, and see that those memories are alive, and somewhat still will... ( I have such a feeling that me memories will always be like that, and in some way I might feel myself a little bit too much tied to this life that “would” or “could”)

To read something that says that I won't remember what it was, makes me feel strange, because it should be like that, and in fact it's not – We may consider that living the way the life tell us to is not the way I want to; new things or to remember the old, to still keep on living aside from the given life that we have.

I, sincerely, feel like I could start it all again, because the way things come are nice, but still, are just a simple sample of what it could in fact be.

So, please don't tell... please don't let it.

“you will look back on these days, that you wait for life to happen, and you wont think much of it except just lightly remembering”

Oh no! Please, no. I'd never get into this state of mind, where your life has been taken from you.

Wish, I could, make me own treasure, make me, and make... still make my memories alive – in a sense of feeling I could really, really touch it.

So I won't find – ever! - a way to deny my own needs, no matter what are my new circumstances ( For now I just wish I had no circumstance, but... ) …

I won't forget, so please, don't forgive me.