You hear all of these people saying that things were meant to be a certain way, and that’s why they happened, but I really don’t think things happen for a reason. I think God is a nuisance and a lie and things happen because people make them so. And people make mistakes, so sometimes mistakes happen. And since people aren’t always right, I think they miss a lot of stuff too. I think there are missed connections, missed friendships, missed romances. Lots of could’ve’s.
I think you were my missed connection. I saw your eyes, and I’m pretty sure you saw mine too, but nothing ever happened. We must just be doubtful, must have questioned too many things.
You really aren’t like other people. I’m sure you’re more than that. I think we’re meant to be, because I haven’t forgotten. I always forget about everyone but I don’t know if I’ll ever forget about you. Maybe for a day, or a month, or a year, but you’ll come back, flooding into my head, leaving my eyes damp and my heart sore and empty. You always come back.