Ships in the Night

It was a brief encounter, and everything was copacetic or so it seemed. The moments were perfect, and it seemed there could be more. A friendship, perhaps a lover.

It was fun, though not much was exchanged. A memory, some practice on putting one's self out there after being cooped up inside for a while. Something.

Turns out we were just ships in the night, passing by, blissfully avoiding a shipwreck.

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