Its funny how some memories are so strong you can smell the room they were formed in. Falling in love, the first time you make love to someone, where you were when someone important to you died. It's like all the nerves in your body remember that event. They work like a time machine to take you back to it.
The last big memory that I have like this is a sad one. If you know me then you may know what it was. I woke up at a friends house to some extremely upsetting news. Every time I relive this memory my heart breaks again, I cry as much as I did then. And the memory lasts for a week or so. The journey from my friends back to my home, the events after my arrival, a skipping CD player in a field, talking to the wrong people, discussing soup. It all seems so real, and it's just so painful. And I can't erase the memory because it would be like chopping off my arm, and all my past that led up to this memory.
I need another of these strong memories to come along, so my last one isn't a sad one but a happy one. One that makes me fall asleep with a smile on my face instead of a snotty nose and tears on my pillow. I need a memory that is so great in joy and stature that it's like my life is starting again.
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