They say that a memory... Is something you reconstruct depending on small fragments of recollection in your mind.

They say that remembering, is the same as seeing an illusion. What is existence?

What if.. We had stopped there, Or if wed turned the corner.. What if we hadnt stumbled over pebbles, Or ever gotten lost, What if wed never stopped, What if back than.... What if..

Innumereable small choices led me onto the road Im on now.. Whet i was right, And when i was wrong. I was always me, You, him, anyone, everyone.. Were all right now. Its all right now.

The sad times, The happy times, All of them are precious memories. So I pray..

Please, Let these forever be precious memories.. ..for you as well.

Bokura ga ita

Ive always been asking my self this question. Am i a memory? Or is the memory .. you? Are we nothing.. but a collection of memories? I was always waiting.. for that person who dissapeared down the tracks. But I understand now.. I didnt end here. This is where is began

The people he loved. The people who loved him. The love he couldnt be given.. The love he didnt receive.. That love was right there.. Right from the start However long it takes