Memories

They are a torturous thing aren't they? How little things in life actually acts as a catalyst and spurs on a whole train load of memories of how life used to be, how you were happier back then, how things could have been.

Watching the person that you once liked/loved moving on, can you never wish him happiness? Or will you be able to find it in yourself to wish him, and her, happiness ever after?

Maybe I really am too much of a dreamer, just wishing for someone who will walk me home after a late night movie, holding my hand and stopping to look at the stars along the way. But is it really that hard to find someone in this materialistic/practical world who is willing to forgo that bit of time every once in a while just to hold me and feel time pass us by, wishing that time will stand still for us, freezing that moment of happiness for eternity...