We usually forget who we are and only remember who we want to be.

I want to always remember you like this, tucked into a book underneath the sunlight just a fraction of a moment before you saw me.

Remember... It's only embarrassing if you care what people think...

If I don't remember doing it... It NEVER happened...

The problem with surviving? You're still alive to remember what you survived.

You probably won't remember the things, that I will never forget.

Mind forgets but the heart remembers the things you are trying to forget.