Boulders and Balloons

It's not that I don't want to remember the good moments... the lovely memories... the time we shared, laughed... I just wan those times to never end... I just wish we could just eternally stay in that state of blissful youth... Pictures capture the person you are as well as the people who you were with. When I look a the the pictures, I wish... I can only wish we were back at that time...I can only wish to say what I wish I could have said... They are both boulders and balloons. Memories remind me of the days of bliss, living for the moment and enjoying the company of my loved ones... the one's at that time meant everything to me, my friends and juniors... My juniors... Damn!!! I'm already stating to tear up... My juniors... for a brief 4 years... I understood the feeling of loving someone who was not even remotely related to you but to care for them as if they were of my own flesh and blood... They gave me a reason to look forward to coming to school everyday, they have given me so many things. They are a constant joy, making me smile every time I meet them... They gave meaning to my dreary school life... fro that i am eternally grateful. These memories are like balloons that lift me up during dark times. Yet... Like boulders, dragging me deeper into my sorrows, reminding me of how it all used to be how happy I used to be...