A few months ago we took the elevator together to class. I didn’t recognize you at first but you struck up a conversation with me. You remembered things about me from the beginning of the semester and I have to say I was impressed. It’s been a long time since anyone has ever cared to notice things about me.
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I saw you again on Thursday. I wrote you a poem. I thought it was pretty bad, but the only part I regret is not writing my number on the back of it.
A part of me hopes the universe will have us cross paths again. Perhaps this time I won’t be such a chicken. If by some crazy chance you happen to see this, tell me my major. You remembered it in the elevator.