I will forget you, I think.
And I thank you. For offering yourself to me for my consideration. For not having any claims on me, on my memory.
No need to name names, to call you boring, unremarkable, unmemorable. No need to blame myself for not being observant, attentive, for not finding deeper beauty in you beyond the first unimpressive impression.
We part ways as friends, soon-to-be forgotten could-have-been friends.
