When I first met him, I wasn’t sure. Until one night, we worked until closing time. We talked and something shifted. It felt like every other attraction I had for others in my life was purely vain. There was something so different about a connection I felt, for the first time it made sense in my head. He reminded me of the song lily! Every meaningless conversation with him meant everything. On the last day of my summer job, I didn’t end up asking for his number. After that, every day I think about what if I meet him on the streets, or maybe in a coffee shop. I’m afraid I’ll never meet anyone like him, but I still hold on to a small hope of meeting him again, and that’s my mellon collie and infinite sadness.