Friday, February 22, 2002

"Love is so short," Pablo Neruda once wrote, "forgetting is so long." Though sometimes, I still worry that a memory might leave me, that the image of her face would eventually blur, even fade. Without those memories, my life would be colorless. I would be standing on the shores of Boracay watching the fireworks, amazed simply by the superficial display of light rather than awed by the depth of emotions these displays evoke.

-----"Living With Memories", By Etienne Lebrun Wednesday, January 09, 2002

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