I'm trying to forget his name

Meeting you

 Eleven months ago I met Sam; When I met Sam another good friend of mine was working on his car. Sam seemed like a weird guy, but sweet. That night we didn't say much to each other but exchanged small, simple grins. After he left I went back to focusing on Blake, who at the time, I was falling for. 

The next couple of weeks went by without any mention of Sam. Then one night when I just wanted away from home and to sneak out, I went back to help work on Sam's car. Sam was there. Jokes were made about Sam and his iffy past. I didn't listen though.

(In hindsight, I wish I could go back and pay attention.)

The next week, during the day surprisingly, there we were again. He made me laugh and I started to think of him as a friend I wanted to keep. 

time goes by...