I don’t think we, as humans, will ever forget who we used to be.
Even if you took a break from piano for a year, your fingers still remember those scales and rhythms you practiced for countless hours as a kid.
Certain foreign phrases will always sound familiar, despite you having not spoken your native tongue since childhood.
Re-learning a subject a 2nd time always proves to be easier because although we may not remember all the formulas, we never forget the lesson.
I’ll never forget the worst phases of my life,
Nor the best parts of my life.
I’ll never forget who I used to be, who I am now, and who I will become.
Memories, once created, will always exist somewhere in this world.
That special cup that you always drank warm milk out of when you were sick and depressed.
That perfect spot on the couch that your butt spent days sitting on and binge-watching your favorite shows.
The swings you sat on at the park when you first thought you felt love.
Do we ever forget who we are?