He charmed the others tonight with tales of our early days in the service. Those days, and every memory of him since, are imprinted on my soul. Memories like the twinkle in his eye as he looks at me now, his praises, or his hand at my back. I know he does not catalogue each moment with me. But he does value my loyalty.

As for the rest of it... I wear those memories like a golden curl in a locket - invisible to anyone but myself, but I can gaze at them and dream of him anytime I wish.