That Time Was Heaven

Small Memories That Make My Heart Ache

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We all have memories, don’t we? Some are filled with the warmth of beautiful moments, while others carry the weight of pain and regret.
When we delve into our past, it’s like stepping into a piece of heaven, even if just for a moment.

I find myself lying in bed, holding onto my beloved pillow, lost in the embrace of memories. These memories, both sweet and bitter, flow like a river through my mind.

I can’t help but smile as I revisit those enchanting days spent with friends, where laughter was our language, and happiness was our constant companion.

These memories, oh, they’re precious. They’re the kind that can bring tears to my eyes, as if the heart itself is weeping.
I’ve found myself, more than once, pleading with the universe to grant me a return ticket to those days — my carefree days, my happy days. The days when a smile lived on my lips and a twinkle sparkled in my eyes.

Back then, it was as if the world itself was bathed in a golden glow, and I loved every part of it. Those were the days when playing with friends was a grand adventure, and studying didn’t seem like a never-ending struggle.
It was a time when I didn’t cry often, and when I did, it was usually because I yearned for a…