They are so fleeting,
You know, the memories.
The ones of him as we talked about our lives, moaned about homework, philosophized about our futures.
The ones of him smiling as we sat in the same room for the first time, not knowing that the two of us were about to be in for the biggest fall of our lives.
It was a fall. Two, actually.
I fell for him.
He fell for me.
In the cold of the fall, we both fell.
The feelings seem fleeting; but yet we forget---
There is always a key to that file cabinet in the back of my brain, as there is one to his. There will always be a way to revive what seems stretched through limited contact, through busy times, through musicals and businesses.
There will always be time.
And there will always be us.