By: Aliaa Fathy
The specters of memories always haunt us.
We remember a happy gathering, a cup of coffee with dear friends. No matter how far apart we are or how far they’ve gone, we can’t forget it or remember it negatively. We only remember it fondly, with beautiful days, with memories that remain in our hearts, with moments of joy and sorrow that we shared.
Perhaps nothing lasts forever, and perhaps it’s a flaw in us to continue loving from the depths of our hearts, no matter how circumstances change.
But we don’t measure it with logic; we measure it by the good times, however brief; we measure it by memories; we measure it by every feeling we experienced from the depths of our hearts. Something of them remains in our hearts because our hearts always hold nothing but truth.
