Memory Lane

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Everything we know is a memory. Everything. How is it that laughing & crying & regretting are all connected?—no matter how good or bad or ugly, they’re all made up of the same thing. A memory.

There are days when I wake up wanting to write a letter to a distant memory telling it that I still remember. I remember its scent, its laugh, its beauty, its significance. I want to let it know that I still love it. I love all of it. I love all of them.

It might go something like this:

To all of my fading memories: I’ll mourn for you. You’ll be gone forever, but know that you once existed. I stand before you as a friend saying goodbye to an everything, to a nothing, to a friend who has helped me & shaped me & comforted me & made me brave. There was no you without me & there is no me without you, my dearest memories. I love you for being mine.

Thank you for belonging to me.

Memories should be a particle studied in science class, because that’s what we’re made of. That’s all we are & that’s all we’ll ever be.

To you, I am a fading memory.