So, there you were. At least I think so. But, with the mask on (and slightly different colored hair?), I couldn't quite tell and didn't have the nerve to ask. I think if I happened to pass you in the store one more time, I would have asked... are you a nurse at Emanuel? I have a feeling you would have said yes, because, um, scrubs. And what's the likelihood I think I see you and your potential doppelganger just happens to be wearing scrubs? Yeah. So, definitely not just a missed connection, but a missed opportunity. You were one of my nurses briefly after an emergency back surgery. I never forgot how lovely you were. I don't know, just really good energy. So beautiful. When I saw you tonight, you had that same air around you. The kind that makes a man want to write poetry. Except I'd never dare without at least a coffee or beer first. I mean, I have a hopeless romantic buried somewhere deep within my concrete heart, but he doesn't come alive anymore without prefacing all such feelings with a slew of darkly cynical jokes. Plus, I didn't want to be that guy and presume you'd remember our parting banter about maybe running into each other at Trader Joe's sometime (that sentence was painfully white to write and I know we all felt it). But, if you do... and you wanted to say something too... hey. :)
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