Time flows like water. In my remaining memories of you, i want to scream and shout. Turn back time and be with me. Lets build a dam with better memories.  Come back please... Because i just can't seem to let you go.

Past is past. It is something we shouldn't go back to and unfold. That's why i hate and fail history. I mean why do we have to talk about what happened before? Will that change anything? No it won't. It will just make you remember the pain. But what if you and that human-being-who-should-be-long-forgotten saw each other again?