Thinking, Realizing, Forgetting, and Remebering.

If I think about it, really think about it, I realize that I barely know you. Which is okay, because it makes sense-we didn't know each other for very long-but it's also not okay because I wish I did know you better. We spent some time together, not really by choice, but still some time together. And our parting was bitter sweet, for me at least. And now a month after I let myself forget, I find that I miss you even if I didn't really know you. And I regret not letting myself get to know you better because I don't see our paths colliding any time soon.