My dear,
We do not remember days, we remember moments. The richness of life lies in memories we have forgotten.
In memories we have not forgotten. In people we have not forsaken. In days we have smiled. In days we have cried. In summers we spent on the beach under the sun. In winters we spent inside and overcome.
We do not remember days, we remember moments. The richness of life lies in memories we have forgotten.
Falsely yours,
Cesare Pavese