/lit/ - Literature

There was this girl. Gorgeous, sharp, ambitious. I met her through work. We went for drinks one night. She liked me some, I liked her a whole lot. She had a boyfriend. I ran into her two or three more times.

We did not stay in touch. It's been almost a year since I last saw her. Suddenly I'm thinking about her, about a book she recommended me, about how I may never see her again and get my shot. I don't know her situation now. We barely knew one another. But I found her on Facebook. I want to message her but I can't imagine it going right.