Two are able to get along well because of a mutual understanding. A mutual understanding stands for something in common. But an understanding is not enough. Understandings could be created and shared among so many. I want something personal, for just, and only both of us. These things are called, memories.
Lovers create memories. It sounds normal. It is for a fact, normal. Memories are built, like a photography album. Our hearts would make the shutter, capturing all the moments we have had together. Day by day, the moments are remembered, treasured and kept.
But I wonder sometimes, if memories created for two, deserve the title 'Good'.
People say, memories are of utter and almost utmost necessity. Maybe it is a little weird habit picked up sometime when I was lost (previously), I imagine a relationship to its end before it even started. And then I began thinking, would having something in common do me good? Speaking ruthlessly, I was almost all the times in doubt. When things get to an end, memories would feed on time. Growing and piled-up memories are like an unpredictable time-bomb. A time-bomb is out of my league and control. Having it out of my hands- just the thought of it, made me feel as insecure as a stranded orphan, who wanders aimlessly in the streets and ponders if there will be food for his empty, growling stomach.
Having memories together, is not only a concern of being unable to walk out of them, but also they are always at risk of an explosion. And I mean a big, big explosion. It is the sudden explosion that I cannot handle. When things become irrational, my world sinks into a chaos. When things are out of my control, my brain stops working and it decides all the time to black-out.
What good do they do? So far, I have yet to find an answer. Maybe, just maybe, I am a little pushy, that's all.
Still in doubt,
Shae
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