Memories

Sometimes memories come hounting me. Memories of times, that once were, so beautiful and magical, but they are only memories now. Getting more and more vague every week, every month. Sometimes it is scary to realise that what was then the most important thing, is now vanishing into nothing. Soon there will be nothing. Just a story to tell.
So scary, and yes, sad. To leave behind something, you don't want to let go. But there's no other way.