Memories fall like snowflakes upon my dreams. The snowflakes toss and tumble, each different and yet the same.

And years from now,you may not remember exactly what you ate.But you’ll remember who you ate with.

I like the memories because they remind meI haven't always beenthis girl,constantly mad or scaredor confused.

I know. You can be fine, and then,out of nowhere,a memory blindsides you.

When he opens the door, I step in and an army of memories comes at me from all sides.