Why do they say the past is the past when memories are still there to haunt you and taunt you? Why try to forget something that you once loved, cared about, had in your heart and mind? Why does the past haunt you, showing you your mistakes at every moment you lived, at every breath you take? Why live the past, when present looks so tempting? Why be scared of the future you hold in your own hands? Why be scared to face your past in the present? Everyday, at every moment? At breath?