Have you ever lost something that means the world to you? When I shared this problem to one of my friends, she said, “It’s better to lose something than to lose everything.” I believe in this but at times, losing something is just like losing everything.
August 27, 2010 was the day I lost my memory card. After school, my classmate and I went to their house. She opened her laptop and I removed my memory card from my phone. I stood up to try her high heels. I sat down again and my memory card was already gone.
That little thing is so important to me and until now, I still can’t accept the fact that it’s gone. I’m the kind of person who values even the smallest things in the world. Maybe if I’m not like this, I won’t be thinking too much about this and maybe I won’t be writing a blog about this. There are so many precious pictures placed there: my pictures; the pictures of our family, our trip to the province; the pictures of my best friends; and most especially, the pictures of the two people who became close to my heart and the pictures of my second year life.
My second year life is very memorable to me. There were to many happy memories that I won’t ever forget. During this school year, I met new and true friends. I met new classmates. I learned a lot during this school year. There were so many happy events that made our class closer to each other. Even though these pictures are saved in our computer and in my Facebook account, I like to look at them more in my phone. ‘Cause at least, I can look at the pictures before I go to sleep especially when I feel sad and miss them a lot.
I really can’t accept that it’s gone because for me, everything is gone. The only way I can remember the special moments I had with my loved ones is through the pictures I take. I really value every photo because every photo means a lot to me. Every smile, every face, every place, every pose and even the stolen pictures became a part of those sweet and happy memories in my life.
Just like this photo I got from Tumblr: I love photos, because the best thing about it is that it never changes even when the person in it does. Maybe it would feel wonderful when I grow up and someday, I’ll see the old pictures, see how much I’ve grown and how much everything has changed.
Just remembering the times I do nothing but listen to my favorite sad love songs and stare at the pictures makes me really really sad. I wish I can go back to the past and change everything. I wish I can see what’s coming in the future so I can prevent happenings like this because it’s really ruining my life now. Worst thing is, I don’t know how that memory card disappeared.
I know, my blog could have been better if it was about love but I really want to blog about my memory card.
A single happening can change everything. Just like the time I lost my memory card, I felt like I lost everything.