As I stroll down memory lane, both physical and metaphorical ones, I can’t help but see the old in the new. The past among the changes.
And it hurts me. It hurts me knowing that people are too eager in throwing away memories for new things.
It’s not a bad thing. But I had expected certain people to hold more value in what once was. So many things happened.
I’m just glad that certain things are not due for a change just yet.
You used to be an epitome, an exemplar.
Maybe you’re too egoistic. But for the death of me, we’ll never find out.