Sometimes you meet someone by chance.
Without planning or buildup.
Just a moment that happens while life is moving.
You think you’ll speak later.
You don’t.
Time keeps going.
But what you don’t say doesn’t vanish, it just changes shape.
It becomes a memory.
A story you tell yourself.
And then comes the hopeful waiting.
Because not everything fades suddenly.
Some things stay with you, slowly dimming, right alongside you.