Memories are bullets. Some whiz by and only spook you. Others tear you open and leave you in pieces.
The only real treasure is in your head. Memories are better than diamonds and nobody can steal them from you.
Memories are the treasures that we keep locked deep within the storehouse of our souls, to keep our hearts warm when we are lonely.
The worst part of holding the memories is not the pain. It's the loneliness of it. Memories need to be shared.