Midnight Memories

I opened up a file today and read memoir pieces that I hadn't seen in a very long while... pieces I had almost forgotten, tucked away in a dark corner of my mind. Some of the stories were a far away past while others were a little more recent. Two of them reminded me of the things that I'd lost while another reminded me of something I'd given up. That is part of life I suppose. You must lose some to gain some. After reading them, I realized that my reluctance to open this folder was justified. Even so, I find I cannot delete them and yet I cannot scrutinize them too closely. It is true that they were significant memories but they were still ones which hurt to be reminded of. Painful memories... Everyone has some. Don't they?