I wish I had some sort of bank to store all of my memories. Something more than just a flashback. Something more than a journal or a video, because those only capture the appearances of those memories. The exact feelings, emotions, and thoughts are what make a memory so much more than an action. To live that moment of pure joy or happiness once more, to live that moment with that one person again, to live that moment of unashamed sorrow... that--that is what I wish for.
For what are we without our memories?
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