The things we forget are the things that truly matter.

The nights spent studying at the last moment, promising ourselves we would start working earlier from the next time. The mornings when we are impressed by our body's love-hate relationship with insomnia or the mornings we zone out and try accomplishing impossible athletic feats in the living room because we can't cram in more information before the exam.

The unplanned conversations about childhood and cartoons watched and how impossibly attractive Jessica looked in Johnny Quest or how the Yogi Yahooeys were most certainly some avatar of pure evil. The conversations you wished stretched on for longer because they made you feel young again. They made you forget, for a few precious minutes, how much you deal with every minute of the day.

The times pride takes a backseat and you ask for company anyway. 

Those people who matter more to you than the act of putting up a front.

The times spent overdosing on newly found culinary obsessions and systematically eliminating them off a cosmic list. 

The days you realize how everything you forgot along the way was everything most important.