Do you ever revisit a memory…

and feel like it glows a little softer than it probably did back then?

Like it has this quiet warmth to it…

this almost cinematic stillness…

as if it belonged in a story

instead of real life.

And the strange part is—

the more time passes…

the more beautiful it starts to feel.

Even the parts that once confused you.

Even the parts that once hurt you.

Especially those.

And you start wondering…

did it actually feel like this?

Or did I make it feel like this over time?