I thought of you again.
A fleeting memory that’s slowly fading.
I try to remember your face sometimes,
but the image of you is getting harder to piece as time goes by.
I suppose I fell too easily.
For what, I wonder.
I can’t seem to pinpoint the qualities anymore.
Perhaps you were just a perfect idea.
One, which I had not thought of.
Nor had I the courage to dream of myself.
Looking back, my behaviours were perhaps seen as childish.
From my lack of experience. Maybe.
If I could replay my actions,
I would have stayed away.
For alas, you are in a game that I cannot play.