The sudden rush of nostalgia always returns on a night like this. I used to say Facebook was a bane. Now I know, many things are by option. On days that I remember the past, it often strikes me that I have forgotten most of it. That is why, we never have to tell ourselves, remember to forget. When the time comes for us to forget, we will realise we do not really need a reminder after all. There is still this little tinge of I-dont-know-what inside me whenever the past unfolds in my head, but I'm pretty sure there is nothing I can or should do about it. Maybe there is always something nice about the undone? Whatever, we have all made our respective choices at the forked routes that once stretched ahead. I don't doubt mine, as of now. I just need to forget more and reinvent myself anew.