The memory

Memories keep flowing; really passionate and heart aching ones. Now I feel blessed for having sweet memories to rely on. People I loved and cared for even if they are not here anymore, they are craved in my memory that I keep hearing their laughs in my ears. I miss them and wanna go back with time to that time when we were all breathing. Now, I can only pray for their peace and say: I loved you, I love you and I will always be loving you while living with your memories. And because this  is how is life keeps going, it's fine.