treasure

Sometimes, you look back.

You stare at the photo albums, and wonder what you were doing at the moment the pictures were taken. You reminisce, and hope with your heart that you hadn't or had done something. You keep this keychain in your secret drawer, because it is the only link between you and your friends, or your lover.

Yes, you remember. But there seems nothing much you can do, at least not without a miracle or a time-machine. Somehow, though, you want. You want to do something.

'This day will stay, in our hearts and minds,
so someday, we won't have to find.
Etch this, a piece of love,
in a perpetual blessing of rebirth.'

Cherish.