When memory comes knocking at your door, how do you respond?

a. What happened last summer, stays there. 

b. Overwhelmed by the melancholic tides of nostalgia you sit and reminisce. Stare trance-like out of your window and imagine the droplets of rain to be the blood that seeps out of your most vital organ. 

c. Remember with fondness. Then proceed to plan something unforgettable for the new year, or think about it anyway. 

I'm shifting between b. and c.