Note to someone I once met

I don't know where you are or what you are doing. I don't remember your smell; I don't remember the jokes we used to laugh about.

But I remember you. The deep inside part of you. The glimpse of joy. I remember how the moment went away as fast as it came. I remember how wrong I was at that time — so was you.

But still, I remember it. That's what I meant when I said "see you around".

Lately I've seen you around a lot — in the deep inside part of me.

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