Strange Feelings...

It's strange how hard it can be walking away from someone knowing you may never see them again, when you don't even know their last name. I don't know where he's from, I don't know what instrument he plays, I only know his first name:

Brayden.

How is it possible that a person I only met once and talked with once has caught me in a web of saddness when I realize I may never see him again? Why do I think about a boy I know nothing about? Why do I hope that I'll see him sometime soon in the near future when I don't even know whether he lives in the same state as I do or not? Why do I desperately wish I could rewind time and live in the moment when he told me I was a terrible dancer?

Is it possible for a person to impact us so greatly, and make us so happy in such a short time that they never leave our minds, and we drown in the thought that that one incredible moment with them was a once in a liftetime experience and we must move on with our lives and leave it that way? Or, is it something more? That perhaps there's an indication why I think of him almost every minute, that possibly he runs through my mind because he may become a significant person in my life in the future? That maybe next summer, I'll see him again. Only next time, I'll be prepared to force him into being a large part of my life, so I won't again live through the present emotion of..."What if?"

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