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Who are you to me? Our paths crossed for what seems like a moment such a very long time ago and still you stay in the depths of my mind, never knowing that you are thought of or of the lasting impression that was left. Are you a fleeting curiosity? Is there something more to you? It is certain that you are a story within me that never got its chance to be told. I do know what you are not. I do not believe in love at first sight and so this is not what you are at all. You are a potentially strong bond that could not be forged. You are a connection that presented itself a little too late. Through the thousands of miles that separate us and the months that have passed since our chance meeting, your memory remains seared into me. It reminds me that connecting is a possibility and that I am getting closer to accepting such a fact. I suppose that letting you know could bring some satisfaction and flattery into your life. We all want to have some positive influence in the lives of others. Some of us never know that we have made an impact on so many already. Still, this is not something that I intend to share with you. It is something too easily misinterpreted and there are so many reasons that our paths can not meet that planting the seed would be irresponsible of me. You have your direction and I have mine. Your future is budding. Those things in my center, the things that make me who I am would not allow me to add distractions to your life or do anything to affect the path that you have already laid before you.
I have to say, tho some things in life are an impossibility, I am grateful for the thoughts you stirred in me. As I continue on my path to reclaiming myself, I carry with me a gift that you have no idea you gave. When I think of our meeting, I do not wish for all the things that aren't or that anything were different. I do not think of you as something that could have been. I believe in purpose, reason, and timing. I think of you as an example of something that could be somewhere down the road. While I am still not looking, perhaps something can find me and stir the things in me that remain so fast asleep. It is not a goal for me. It is not something that I hope for or wait for but, thanks to your impact, it is no longer something I can not fathom. You, like so many others, will never know the gifts you gave or who is grateful for them.
So, here I declare my appreciation for the spark you unwittingly left behind.
© 2013 Lissette