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They say that what happens today is just a memory for tomorrow

That is why most of the time I wished for the time to stand still

For I am afraid to be a memory of you

For most,

I kept on writing poems, recording all the happy thoughts I had with you

So that if time comes that my memory, or yours, deteriorates, we can go back and have those memories once again

But I was afraid for the moments I wasn’t able to turn into masterpieces

What if they would turn into dust and soon be forgotten?

Then I was reminded,

I once heard a question that completely answers it all.

“When something is forgotten and is really hard to be remembered, is it really worth remembering of?”

I realized, I don’t need to write you in papers

Or type you in notes

I don’t need to worry of having chances of forgetting you

For it won’t

Every moment I had with you

They are all engraved in my heart and it already owns a part

It already owns my heart

You already

Make my heart your home

I write based on experience. If you have read my poems then you have seen me naked.

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