Days ago, my friend called me, and we talked about our memories. The days when we were young and didn't care about everything.
Talking about the old days always makes me happy, because I feel like I'm 15 years younger and have so much free time and energy to do everything in my life.
Reminding me of the old days doesn't mean that I want to turn back the times; I'm just grateful that I passed them well. precious memories that made me cry, smile, happy, and weary at the same time.
Even though time passes, memories fade, and feelings change, I never regret it. It is just because every little thing that happens in my life shapes me into who I am today.
Thanks for the great times, thanks for the memories.
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