I cannot believe i didn't talk to you. You're tall and blonde, ride a cool bike. You sat down next to me to read and highlight with your pink sharpie.i was writing. Or, after you arrived, i was distracted. High as shit on the other side of the bench, scrawling away, trying to decide if you wanted to talk. My anxiety got to me and i didn't. You gave me a lovely smile when you rode off and said hi. I'll never forgive myself if i can't get in touch with you.
