Memories.

Yes, they count as self-distractions. For what? For anything. Name it.

It has the power to make you stop for a while then next thing you will know, you unconsciously making such faces - smiling, frowning or disgusted. It has the power to crush you in a second or be whole again in a jiffy. It has the power to tell you reasons for such decisions. And for me, it has the power to change the way you see life.

Memories is a sad word.

Today, I opened a box full of remembrances from The Ex. It was liike.. funny. I realized how sentimental I am that I collect chocolate wrappers, write her text messages and keep her love and hate letters. No bitterness. I just had realizations.

1. Memories are there until you let them fade.

2. Memories are made to improve yourself for the next chapter of your life.

3. Memories are gifts.

As for Batman, he gave too many gifts which I still do not know when will I throw away. They are too good to keep forever. Memories, which were collected from that short time that we shared life, gave a great impact enough to want him everytime I breathe.

Memories? I want them to happen eternally.