memory #12 : they will exist

But in a box beneath my bed is a letter that you never read from three summers back,
It's hard not to find it all a little bitter sweet,
And lookin' back on all of that it's nice to believe;

It's been you all along.


And these are the things I will never ever tell you, you will never ever know, you will never ever hear coming out from me.
Yet, they will exist; forever and always.

Still, it's time to finally let go.  :)



. with love from .
thememoryholder

memory #7 : the ultimate secret

A random fact:

All those typography pictures,
They always use the words 'you, he, she'
No names mentioned,
No particular descriptions given.

Why?

Cause it's a secret.

A deep, dark secret.

I was reading through our conversations,
Scrolling back to how we started talking.
It was just a simple wish of blessing,
That started everything.

He was different,
I could tell.
There was nothing we wouldn't talk about,
The talks were something I couldn't do without.

I have no idea how to describe what happened next,

Without making it seem too obvious.

But yeah, something BIG happened,
And things changed.

Our conversations got rarer and rarer,
The silly things we used to talk about;
No idea where they went.
Things got ugly, when I found out
That is was her, that ended it all.

Now there's a dark secret,
Deep down in my heart.
Nobody I could share it with,
It's killing me inside out.

He tried to start a conversation,
Which I ignored with a heart of burning passion.

Cause if I wanted things to change back,

Then sorry, but I'll have to back off.

The burning passion,
Those emotional thoughts;

I had to hide,

I had to deny.

But the more I try,
The more the feeling grows.

I'm not so sure if what I did was right.
All I know is that if I didn't back off then,
Then I'll fall under a deep and dark spell.

And things,
Will never go back to the way they were again.

Now that,
Is the ultimate secret.

The more you hide your feeling, the more they show; The more you deny your feelings, the more they grow.  - hplyrikz.com  tumblr

. with love from .

thememoryholder

memory #6 : here it ends

Looking at your name,
Saying it again;

The awkward feeling arises,

And takes over my conscience.

The talks we used to have,

All gone, like a head shaved;

Those wonderful moments,

All gone in an instant.

I remember all your secrets;
And just how you laughed.

But what about my secrets?
Do you remember, at all?

I guess it's forgotten,
All blown away;
By the storm that settled,
On the day we went our ways.

I've accepted the truth,

That you've gone far away;

Nothing I could do would make you stay,

You still wanted to leave anyway.

So here I sit,
With my heart in the pit,

Knowing this is it,

Here it ends.

. with love from .

thememoryholder

memory #5 : is this all?

Waking up in the morning, and feeling tired again.



Tired,
Tired of being sad, tired of being stressed, tired of being depressed;

Tired,
Tired of caring too much, tired of getting ignored, tired of being the odd one out;

Tired,
Tired of responsibilities, tired of troubles, tired of changes;

Tired,
Tired of hiding everything, tired of wiping away the tears, tired of pretending everything's fine;



Storing everything in,
Leaving only the smiles, the jokes, the laughs on the outside;
Stocking away all the tears, the anger, the jealousy on the inside.



Everything's changed,
And so have I.
I'll never be the person I used to be again;
Never dream like I used to,
Never think like I once did;
Never, ever again.

And that's the thing about changes that scares me most.
Changes come unexpectedly, you never know when it'll happen,
And once it does, it's gonna be so obvious, you'll know instantly.

But once you've changed,
You'll never change back,
Again.

Sometimes I wonder,
Is this all there is to life?

Tired,
Tired of life,
And finally, tired of being tired.

Life keeps getting in the way - Gotta go my own way, Vanessa Hudgens

. with love from .
thememoryholder

memory #4 : true love... ?

Some people try their whole lives to be the right person for the one they love;
But they end up with nothing,
Just a sad, broken heart,
And the inability to ever love the same way again.

She will never love the same way she did,
Never ever again, she said.
Never will she have the same feelings for another guy,
Or the time to spend.

Guys, wake up.
Girls don't stand around;
And spend years around you;
Being there for you every single time;
And not going for anyone else;
Just for fun.

If one does,
Then that means she's hiding something else.
And you should know what she's hiding.

True love is unconditional,
Unlimited,
Unchangeable,
And unbreakable.

真爱就像是鬼魂；每个人都知道它，都在说它。但有几个真的遇见了？
遇见了，你会晓得吗？
True love is just like ghouls. Everyone knows about it, everyone talks about it. But how many have really met  one?

Unless you've been through all that, you'll never know.

. with love from .
thememoryholder

memory #1 : the confusion

Roses are red,
Violets are blue.
I love you,
Wishing you do too.

One mental note to everyone.
Never, never ever tease a boy.

Cause he might just end up falling for you;

Or the other way round.
You may just end up falling for him.

And never.

Never, never ever fall for a friend.
Bad friends, good friends, best friends or even MEGA best friends.

Cause you know it's already over before it even began.

Also, never.

Never, never ever let things get complicated.

And when it comes to choose between a relationship and a friendship,

You know what to choose,

Make a wise choice.

Finally, never.

Never , never ever let him know.
Cause being your friend, he should know enough.
Even if he doesn't, he doesn't need more information.

Cause it's gonna kill your perfectly awesome friendship,

That pure, sweet friendship,

Into something terrible.  

. with love from .

thememoryholder