I never met you, but I knew of you. We had mutual friends, and I saw you all around the cruise ship. You were clearly foreign, and unique in character. It was obvious you couldn't be bothered by what other people thought, and it's almost as if you had a truly dark and intellectual side, as opposed to the pseudo intellectuals found in every book store and coffee shop these days. I stood next to you in the ice cream shop and much like the chocolate ice cream drippling on your elbow, I was melting. You had your own unique walk, and appearance, and stature. I've never seen anyone like you before and it's unlikely that I ever will again, but I still hope.
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Missed Connections
Phi Hư CấuAll my little regrets, and little lost loves. ~My primary goal in writing, and publishing this is to inspire myself to not have any missed connections. I want to remind myself, and possibly others reading this, how silly it is to see people that I f...
