Memories of joy and happiness, sorrows and pain, haunt us all the days of our lives.
They rise and fall like the dance of the sun and the moon, one relinquishing the sky only to hunger for the other so much that they most certainly must return.
Only viewing the other in passing as is their fate.
You may no more hold onto memories of the past then the moon may keep the sun in the sky.
They are more beautiful for their fate of being lost in time.
Time steals everything from us and our memories are no exception.
Love and cherish them but not as wholly as whoever stars in them for they are most likely the sun to your moon.