I think its crazy how a song or a smell can bring back a memory.

I was in the shower, singly very loudly when Taylor Swifts,  Love Story came on. I remember it very clearly. I was at my nanas house in Brantford, it was December 23, 2010.

 It was the day my grandpa passed away. I was sitting in my nanas basement with my cousin. My parents were out and so were hers and my nana had her neighbour over. Me and my cousin decided it would be a good idea to sneak up the stairs and listen in on their conversations, because really, what else did 15 year olds have to do when there was no television. Ill never forget what i heard my grandma say, but i also won't include what it is because its known of your business.  I just think its crazy how one thing can bring you back.


A song. A rose. A smell. A photo. A word. A sentence. An item.

These are all just things, things that we, as people, associate with other things, and when we get our hearts broken, we tend to start disliking those things that we associate other things with.

In all honesty, its stupid that we do this, and I'm sure i could find a better word then stupid but that just seems to fit, why should i hate the smell of vanilla because its the perfume smell that an ex boyfriend bought me, or why should i hate wearing a shirt that i used to love, all because HE said that he loved it on me. We do this because we associate these items with memories, and sometimes, those can be painful, so painful that these items start to become such horrid reminders of something that we used to love.