I'm not going to study when there are books lying all around me.
I picked a special book at the library this time, not something I usually read.
"The Lost Valentine"
Hahhhh it sounds so cheesy but it's suppose to be a sad love story. Gawd. Why am I doing this to myself. I abhor sad stories. They make me feel so depressed I'll just lie down on my bed and think about how to not make my life as sad as the characters'.
Oh well, giving it a shot though. There's a first time for everything, after all :-)
Memory. Our mind's powerful possessor of personal events. Powerful enough to remind us, teach us, hold us slaves, or free us.
Memories of love- no matter how distant the scene- can once again bring us the sweet joys of youth, just as it was then. No matter our age, we all sometimes long for things to be as they were then.
-The Lost Valentine
