She who Dares to Stand where I Stood...

So many seemingly everyday, pay-no-mind, things evoke a thousand tiny memories of the people and places that have woven themselves into the tapestry of the person I am today.

I can never help but wonder if those individuals remember the same instances. The same memories. If someone else is standing in the same spot where I once stood and making his/her own memories.

So many seem to be in such a rush to erase the past. Or, as a friend says, "Give it the Eternal Sunshine treatment." I, for one, am in no such hurry. So I keep all those memories, all the fabulous and utter fail, with me. And I wonder if somewhere, someone is remembering too.

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