19 x 365 Will

You are the one that got away, so many years ago. You still show up in my dreams - you just appear in the mall or on the bus or at a party. You must be buried so deep into my consciousness I will never be able to shake you free, but a version of your younger, best self. Until I see you again for real you are on my list of missed opportunities. Only the tedium of middle age and a chance meeting outside of my imagination can burst this perfect bubble of you in my mind.