It was nice getting to know you a little bit that week.
If we crossed paths more often,
Or even had met sooner,
I bet we could've been excellent friends.
Somewhere in my deeper chambers, I wonder...
What would it be like to really know you?
What would it be like to build our lives together?
-Even if it was temporarily-
Somehow we shared a lot of stories the first night,
Ironically that was the same day we met.
I wonder what would have happened if I was single then too.
Would I had been brave enough to try getting closer?
Would my stories be much different?
What does it matter?
You probably saw me as a sibling or som'n.
Or perhaps still a stranger, not yet a friend.
But now I notice residual thoughts;
I need these out of my mind alone.
Your story was intriguing.
Your mind was complex.
Your art was hypnotizing.
I realized I held you in higher regards then other friends I'd just met.
But it was just temporary.
You left for college.
I stayed not yet finished through high school.
We have lives much different now.
So I end:
I hope you found someone.
I hope you get to do all you aspire to do.
And I hope we don't forget each other,
Because we had fun hanging out.
That trip was a blast.
Last minute sleep over.
Getting lost.
Stolen cell phone.
And everything else.
