There's always certain moments.

That remains in my mind.  Can't get rid of it.

If it REALLY remains, how wonderful my life will be.

Most of the time, it just doesn't.

Slips away from my fingers that easily.  Just like that.

And never happents.  Those magnificent, marvelous, tremendous and splendid times and moment.

I was too young.

Too young to tell what's good from right.

Too young to cherish everything I used to had, including some people.

Too young to realize that once you lose something, someone, it might never come back.

Because I was too young.