There is something about stories on love gone wrong, love lost, or memories of the one that got away. 

Sometimes, I wonder if we ever truly and completely recover from those parts of our life, the one we try so hard to lock up and stash away in one part of our memory trunk. Those are also the memories that sometimes come at us out of nowhere, when we least expect to be reminded of them, of the past, of that person.

But whenever they come, they are always accompanied by a bittersweet feeling, sometimes a wistful longing, sometimes sadness, or worse, heartache. 

And to strum that feeling, those memories, here are some tiny tales for those lonely nights. 

Just remember: Spring follows Winters.