12/11/16

I saw her today. This time it was in the face of a girl from Kentucky. I was at a speaking competition in D.C. My dumbass walked up to her after a speaking round and said "Who are you? Sorry, it's just that you look exactly like my dead ex." Brilliant. She took it well though. She smiled, and I swear she had the same expression as Lexi. I spent the afternoon with her. She saw me shaking and chugging energy drinks, and she got concerned, so she bought me lunch. We ate soup and a baguette together. She gave me her number and kissed me on the cheek at the end of the night before we went back to our separate hotels. I know I can never call her. I can't fall in love with the image of a dead girl. Not again. I'll think about her though. I'll think about how for those sweet moments I could pretend that I was with Lexi again. I could pretend my love wasn't buried, and that she was living on in the guise of a speaker from Kentucky.