Memory can often be an enemy of the worst kind. It decides to send its letters of past when one least expects it. Bad memories sometimes seem much more eager to appear than the good ones. Familiar, dear faces emerge, only to remind of the void left by their absence. The realization that it is only a memory shatters those moments in pieces of bitterness. Yearning for those times to return becomes obsessively excruciating. The presence is suddenly irrelevant. The future is not something to be welcomed anymore, it turns into a boat slowly sailing away from those happier places the mind has kept. And it makes you angry, sad, and disappointed. All the words that could be said if only one more chance was given. They are now nothing more than unspoken thoughts and regrets.