It happened yet one more time: meeting someone I really liked, intense (and fun...hmm, yes, a very 'American' way of putting it, I agree, but still) conversations, and then it was over.
Or maybe not. These fleeting (but important) random connections leave a big mark on me. A girl who wants to pretend like she doesn't care, but she does, and maybe even much more than she should.
At any rate, here's my take on these beautiful encounters: multifaceted people, my new & old good friends who, alas, are never in the same city (or continent) with me. Our paths cross & then each one is gone again.
Absence makes the heart grow fonder, or out of sight, out of mind?