We are just memories trying to survive time. We hide in stories, photos and songs so as not to lose the battle.

 

In their reunion they gazed at each other to see if the bond of trust was still there or if time had destroyed it.

 

It was another war of time, to forget before being forgotten, about not missing someone who does not miss you.

 

He waited for her.
He waited forever.
As long as a memory can last in the mind of a human being.

 

Just as the best places tend to be hidden
the best stories are usually secret
and the best people require time to get to know them.

 

We can not always choose when the end will come. However we mark the beginning. You just need to start.

 

It is difficult for everyone to leave something behind, specially if we have put so much of ourselves in it that nothing remains the same.

 

The downside of armour is that, while it protects us from dangers, it locks us in it.

 

As in books, stories do not progress if we stop reading them.

 

Memory it is not so much what it give us but what we believe we receive… …remembering.

 

And they insist on turning problems into rivers, even though it is easier to jump a puddle.
We have been doing that since we were kids.

 

Sometimes we make promises that we will not fulfill, just to stay connected in an impossible deal. Like seeing each other again.

 

For that precisely,
for that reason she was smiling.
For those moments that only last a few seconds and we need a
lifetime to accept.

 

Almost as important as discovering our fears is, when we pursue something, to understand what we would do if we achieve it.

 

I am not saying it was going to work,
it was probably the craziest idea I’d had.
But I hated not having the opportunity.