When I first saw “Memories” laying by the poetry section my eyes were caught off-guard. Afraid of becoming melancholic for the places I’d see and yet not reach, I was hesitant to bring the work of literature home. “Romance is delusional and I don’t think I can afford such bittersweetness” I told Karen, a close cousin. Well, Karen, words are simply not enough to describe my gratitude for your encouragement. This book spoke to me in ways I’d never imagine and for that I am thankful. I am also afraid. Afraid for what comes next. Being the hopeless romantic that I am, I have once more allowed myself to grow fond of the unrealistic possibilities life will likely never offer- time, love, and eternity. Regardless of the circumstances, know that I will never stop seeking and neither should you.