who has to know?

I actually wrote this awhile ago, just before I went to bed. Tonight's conversation gave me some reason to publish it -;

As time passes, the memory of high school seems to become increasingly distant.

It's a scary (and dreadful) thought to think that yes, a day will come when I'd barely be able to remember the sights, the sounds, even the smells.

Contrary to popular belief, it's not that I'm stuck in the past, unable and unwilling to move on to bigger and better things. Simply put, high school was amazing for me and the thought of it being so behind us, so far in the past, so forgotten among the latest scandals of life, saddens me a little.

Random thought before I went to bed last night, knuckle push-ups.

I still love watching them scouts in uniform on tar roads with their fists pressured onto the ground while they not to much grit their teeth but relish in the pain. That thought alone reminded me of DP and how that night would remain only between the four of us - like our own little secret.

I do very much feel like grabbing hold of whatever I can remember and storing it away in a little box, just so it'd remain there - untouched, unforgotten. A little like Dumbledore's pensieve, to be revisited when needed.

I wouldn't change a thing.