The first time I watched "Stargate" was in the basement of the house Angel was, somewhat unwillingly, living in with her parents and siblings - yes, I'm not calling them her family. Trust me, it's more accurate this way.

We sat on the sofa and watched the while thing, I remember looking over at her a couple times during the movie and every time, she'd just glanced at me. I don't remember if it was a night I was staying over or if it was just for the evening. I've no idea if, assuming I did go home, I snuck out later that night. I only remember watching, and every time I watch the movie again, I remember it again. A few moments, locked in my head, and not even my terrible excuse for a memory has managed to lose them.

It always sort of baffles me, which things do and which things don't get forgotten. The weirdest things stick. Some of them, yeah, I can understand why I'd remember. Some of them, like this... ehh. *slight smile* They're the little things, the moments that I guess in some ways define my life better than the Big Things ever could.

That's me, curled up beside someone I trust, watching sci-fi, happy. That's what I want, that's what I do, that's what I am. Those small moments.

I wouldn't want it any other way, really. *grin* Those little things, a moment in a pool, a moment stoned, giggling, a moment in the snow, a moment in a strange little cafe, a moment sitting out on concrete stairs, a moment in a rain-damp field, a moment on a worn, tired mattress, so many moments over such a long time. I may not remember much, these days... but I remember what's important.