perhaps you don't know, i box up memories.
every bits and pieces of it. all intact, timeless, brimming with nostalgia.
and i lay them down accordingly - for some, i prefer to keep them safe in the deepest corners; some are just constantly next to me, reminding me of how i have come this far today. and there are those which i hold dearly, yet i am grappling with everyday.
but i have changed so much over the years. coming to terms with my struggles shocked me and made me realize how much cynicism has overwhelmed me. i am not crushed...definitely not. i am jaded, and it has made me so much more... powerful than ever. funny, how it has given me a sense of control over my life which i never had.
there are times when it still hurts. the wounds will never go away. but its okay. i have learned to deal.
in fact, i've learnt so much more - to cherish those who truly care, who truly love, and who truly know the meaning of being with you. once, my selfishness caused so much hurt to others. i will no longer carry on my mistakes.