Memories can be good, can be bad.
Memories can be joyful, sorrowful, significant, boring.
They can define someone, they can make them smile.
Memories can bring tears, or simply bring back pains.
Memories can be fuzzy, barely remembered at all, or memories can be sharp, defined and full.
Is that all I am though?
Is that why I live?
To become a happy memory to you, because you don't want the pain?
When you leave me behind, what will I be then, if not but a memory?
A memory can be important, but why do I stay for you, if you just plan to leave?
Why should I endure this pain, if only for you?