Who I very well could have had the time of my life with.
And then the evening ended. And we said goodbye.
And I will spend the rest of my life looking back very fondly on that evening, and wondering "What if?"
But life is made of moments. Not of blocks. Moments are small and pass by too quickly to grab hold of and hang on to.
So we watch them speed by, unsure of exactly what they were. A flash in the corner of your eye, that fades and you're left, wondering.
