Prologue: so I felt I should say say what I wanted to say to this person all along

I remember how we met,
teasing the handsome violinist on the bus
he played at a coffee shop on the corner every now and again.

I never did get to see him play the violin.
he visit me a work a few different times once with a huge grin on his face as he pulled out a mandolin case with a beautiful instrument inside.

I remember a shy kiss after watching an dark comedy.
egged on by a friend who we had made nachos and played games. chatting about how a certain grape soda could be fermented.

I also remember following him to a renaissance faire where he by hand made his own glorious set of wings, and chain mail shirt there were feathers in his room for quite awhile haha.

I also vividly recall playing tag in the dark of a shopping parking lot. he was much faster than I. I could only wish i could be as nimble as he.
long walks by water fronts to end at a park where we played. walking back with a plucked flower whose name referenced something interesting indeed.

but why I'm remembering these things now and why do I still feel this weird tug on my heart when hearing his name. I don't think I've had any real romantic inclination to this boy. or perhaps I have and I'm just not yet ready to admit that I made some mistakes.

I think it's is because a stranger with the same first name who stopped by the store that I currently work at and stirred something within my subconscious, I took a nap after work today and he was in my dream. not as a main character but he was there unmistakably. we last spoke before he was planning on joining the military. to my knowledge he's engaged or perhaps married by now. I really hope he's happy, the boy I met, I hope he's still that boy inside somewhere. I miss him perhaps someday we'll meet again as friends in this life or the many to come. but I'll be seeing you around, but for now farewell.