does he know?

how unbelievably happy those four sweet weeks made me? that even now as i'm back in my new home i sit and tell my friends of my summer adventure, of the pouring rain, the butterflies, the docks at the lake behind lone peak, the night at the movies, the tea party, the parks, the laughs, the blushing, the perfect moments, the doorstep scenes, his smile, holding hands, making chocolate waffles after a magical afternoon in the rain, the way our friends would laugh at us. things like that never happen, but once upon a summer time it did and it changed the way i view a lot of things. but it's been a week and a half since i left happy valley, and things are slowly slipping away and becoming nothing but memories. is that all they are now? just a bunch of fantastic stories to tell people? did it just happen to prove the people who say "that never happens" wrong? i get that it's time to move on, and time to make new friends, meet new people. we each have to grow up and live our lives. but i just keep wondering if he knows...that those moments are more than just a few memories to me.