How I wish I could relive those moments from the past, with all the little nuances- the sounds, smells, the emotions- to be in that exact place in space and time. Those moments are gone, only to exist, if you can even call it that, through memories, which fade away slowly, becoming less clear with time, like a warm light, increasing in distance, behind the cold fog.
— Oscar Ramirez (via ryeontherocks)