sometimes, we're too experienced, too old, too mature.
and that make us crave for the sweet and little something to spice up our life.
something that is so significant, but often forgotten when we get oh-so-busy.
it's something that will be gone for sure, especially, after we leave that innocent yet wanting to be mature, basically, the most contradicting phase of our life.
After all is gone, what remains will be what we call memories.
but then again, as we aged, we tend to forget about these little memories.
what's cruel is that, the way we forget them, it's never like those typical korean/taiwan dramas.
Car bang- BOOM!-someone forgets a very important part of their life.
what's cruel is that, we forget those little memories of ours, bit by bit.
we need exceptionally long period of time to recall what is the sweetest thing we've done. (cause we can't seem to remember much)
we tend to forget minor issues, which in my point of view, hurt a lot.
but then once again, as we aged, maybe we'll forget about the hurt that used to hurt a lot.
it seems to me like it's all a cycle.
tell me i am right, please.