Every so often I get a glimpse of you.
Sometimes that's enough to help me realize what I don't want in life. Sometimes that's enough to make me realize what I'm missing.
Sometimes that's enough to make me wonder why it feels like I found you in a dream.
I guess memories are funny like that. Once someone is gone from your life, it's hard to remember a time where they felt real. Even the memories are crowded with dream-like wispy clouds to make you wonder if it was all just in your imagination. All the feelings and all the experiences that came with the feelings.
Even though it doesn't seem real, it had to have been because I know for a tangible fact that I am forever affected by it.
By you.
