Sometimes its the hardest thing to let go of the past. Its the fear of forgetting. But then slowly, you differentiate between the pain and the memories. And as you step at the doorway, take a look around, and hope you are leaving it better than you found it.
But going through one door means entering through to another. And that's when you smile and wonder if its home.
Here's to being happy. And letting go of the fear that it may disappear one day.