For Your Eyes Only

This is about memory. It is something sacred. Something only yours. Something that you can never truly share with anyone but something that is only made more beautiful by such privacy. Memory is vivid and blurred, painful and joyful. It is beautiful and warm, excruciating and cold. Full of people you love or loved and people who are gone and who can only exist in the private flashbulb photo album you keep in your mind. Some people who have changed beyond recongnition but still exist in their youth in your aresnal of private images. Places that made you feel something and places you very well may never return. Places you left pieces of your heart. Private little conversations and moments with another kept secretly locked in your head and in theirs. Things you can't quite remember but you'll never forget. Pretty things and ugly things. Things that are only yours.