The fond memories are always short-lived, no?
But anyhow, why should I grumble when I know at least I have this fond memories with me?
On the contrary, maybe these fond memories will just act as a mind fucking device that will make me feel miserable whenever I remind myself that I've lost it.
Self-control and self-discipline isnt as easy as reciting alphabets.
Oh well, isnt this part and parcel of life?
And here I am, acting like a loser again, ranting.