A brief encounter

I never gave you my name, just the hope I'd return.

The glimpse of me you caught that day — just a colorful sliver of the messy tapestry of my mind...was it enough to truly pique your interest?

In your eyes, was I a stressed-out student, an anxious stutterer, or a friendly local? Maybe you thought I was a mess, a hot mess, or pleasantly put together?

Perhaps you saw a part of me that no one else had ever seen.

Either way, we may just be two galaxies that briefly swirled around each other, with no guarantee our orbits will ever alter so drastically as to let us stay side by side.

We'll start and end as strangers, I suppose.