I can't even remember her name.

I went to this camp once in northern Indiana for a week. It was overnight. Right on the lake. And surprisingly pretty lenient. They would have these parties every night for the older kids. One of the first nights there was one at this party at the point. A little stretch of land that jutted out into the lake. With volleyball, loud music, paper lanterns, and bonfires. Not tacky though. It was really cool. So I was chilling at this old table on the end of the point when a girl came over and started talking to me. She looked familiar. I never figured out why. Either way we just hung out and talked the whole night. She was so real. We don't have people like that where I'm from. I spent the rest of my week with her and her best friend. Laying out by the dock and whenever else we had down time. I made sure she was the first person I said goodbye to before I left. I never got her contact information or anything. I can't even remember her name.

A few years ago I was at a local mall with some friends when I heard someone shout my name. Like in disbelief that it was actually me. I turned around and it was the girl from camp. But instead of running up to me she ran back inside the store she had just seen me from. For some reason I freaked and left as quickly as possible. Jump to this past summer when I was at an art fair downtown. I saw her again. The girl from camp. Who had always looked familiar. Now for the second time. I decided this time I would say something. I introduced myself. And learned that since then she had moved to Michigan. And was visiting with some family. It was a brief conversation. And she apologized. She didn't remember me. I wanted to talk to her and remind her of everything to see if it would click. But she had to go. Sometimes I think maybe I'll run into her again some day. And we'll finally exchange information. And talk like we did three summers ago. Part of me doesn't though. Part of me wants it to be a quick glance or awkward conversation. Leaving with the hope that maybe it'll happen again.