Fading into the past, but never forgotten.
The past beats inside me like a second heart.
Every faded snapshot holds a chapter of our lives.
Memories are timeless treasures of the heart.
The past is never dead. It's not even past.
Creating memories that age like fine wine.
In the end, we all become stories.
The best thing about memories is making them.
Faded moments, timeless treasures.
We are all vessels of our own memories.
Wishing we could rewind and replay.
Living in the past just for a moment.