A message, a card, a phone call; to deliver the notes in our hearts, to ensure the emotions are shared and to secure the belief we’re holding on. Little words from the bottom of the hearts often put the smiles on our faces, reminding us the memories we once had together, which we choose to treasure it forever by keeping it in our very world, reading it over and over again whenever we feel like it, to assure the taste of sweetness never fades. Kind a familiar, isn’t it? We keep the memories in the forms of cards, messages and journals, a proof to every moment we wish to cherish, a reminder to the happiness we have had, a key to our hearts with all sorts of emotions being stored; at the very end of the day, it is nevertheless an insurance to our insecurity, to our forgetful minds and souls. However, we are easily hurt by words and actions taken, where the proofs would then bring us pain instead of laughter, where we choose to erase such memories from our heads though it is less likely to happen, where we then blame the fate of ours and the people who causes the incident. All and all, it is about the proofs to the smiles lifted on the faces, to the tears rolling down the cheeks and last but not least, to our existence on this planet.
