I don't remember much. After all it's just a stupid memory. But it keeps playing in my mind.

I don't even know how old I was. I think somewhere between first kindergarten and second kindergarten but I'm not entirely sure.

The memory has been hunting my mind ever since. And even though I have been seeing this memory for as long as I remember, I've never remembered  what his face looked like. I do know his name… It's Blaine. But that's all I really remember about him.

One day I asked my dad if he remembered him. We were friends after all but nothing came out of it. My dad told me his name. The only thing I remember myself!

Well, I know that and that he saved me. He was my hero in kindergarten. The big kids hated me and even though he was one of them, he never let me down.

That and I know where he once lived. The house wasn't too far from mine.

I say was because he moved when I started my third kindergarten.

So even though this memory keeps hunting me, I don't think I'll ever meet him again. Yet I sometimes wonder what he's like now.  Now that we're older, close to ending high school.

I wonder if he remembers me too or if I'm just long forgotten. We were so young after all. But somehow I hope he still remembers me. Even if it's just one single memory.

Sometimes I just hope that he gets memories and remembers me, like I remember him.