In the Moment

The stories we'll tell can never measure up to the truth. We'll forget so much and remember so little. Memories fade and only a few come back. It's all better forgotten you said that night when we sat by the fire and thought of the years to come, desperately trying to soak in all we could. Times like those don't come often and that night was a perfect mixture of good laughs and great friends. You could read it on our faces, we knew four years from now we'd all be strangers.