This morning, after he left, I had a revelation - Maybe some things are only meant to happen once.
Like, that time I was on ESPN at the basketball game. Or, that time I met my favorite musician and he complimented my shirt. Also, that time we all swam in the Aegean Sea as as the sun set, and we felt invincible. I guess even the time that really dreamy boy slept in my bed and we made "love" all night.
So, maybe some things are only meant to happen once. And, maybe realizing it will never happen again is what makes it feel perfect.
But, I wish some things could happen twice. Or, I wish that I could freeze a fleeting moment, and appreciate its entirety, before it is gone. Before I know its only going to happen once.