Memories can be funny things. An elaborate set up is not needed to travel to the past. A similar name, a random hummed song, a familiar path, a remembered smell can cause a rush of innumerable feelings. Repressed stories buried in some corner of the heart are awakened with a jolt. A little ache gnaws the insides as heartstrings are pulled, heartbeats are risen, laughs are heard and secrets are whispered. Each asking for a little more time, a little more attention. Everytime, they are played & replayed. The version of how it was & a tiny maybe of how it should have been. They are deliberately put to rest most of times, but ever so gently they are relived with a faint smile or a deep scar.