I have memories in my hands. Held in a tight grasp. Hurt seeping in between the gaps of my fingers, fighting to get in the palm of hands. But I want someone to get to those memories before pain does. I want someone to slowly pull apart my fingers. Open it up. Take those memories. Turn them into happiness. Make them theirs. Change them to something I will cherish forever. Change them from something that makes me cry with pain into something that brings tears of joy. I want these memories to change. I want someone to come change them…change them forever.