I feel like there's never any point in telling someone something because it'll never mean as much to them as it does me, and in the end I just feel silly. All of these tangible and fragile moments, that once I let someone else experience through my rough interpretation seem so much less special. Sometimes I think it's just that as I'm telling someone I can't recreate the images as perfectly as I've constantly played them back in my head. But maybe next time will be different. By letting my memories stay mine and mine alone. Letting them stay beautiful.