Last night I had a dream about a girl I had one class with senior year of college. I spoke to her a grand total of two times and haven't even seen her since that class ended.
That was the fall 2012 semester. There is literally no reason for her to still be on my mind. And yet there she was.
It wasn't an isolated incident, either. The semester I had that class with her, there was a tree right outside my window that had leaves colored the same deep red as her hair. To this day, I think of her when I see the foliage changing every fall.
I don't know why this complete stranger has been stuck in my mind so long. It might be because I realized later on in the semester that she might have had a thing for me, too. I can be pretty oblivious, but I also tend to imagine things, so I never did talk to her again.
If that's the case, then I should consider this a cautionary tale. Something about missed opportunity or having the courage to put myself out there. And yet here I am, writing a blog post that exactly nobody is going to read since I've been off of Facebook for about a month. I guess I suck at taking my own advice, although I like to think that if this happened to me today, I'd make more of an effort to talk to her.
It's not like I've been pining for this girl for the past three years or so. I didn't know her at all and I know I'll never see her again. It's just something that weirdly stuck with me.
Anyway, the song "Hey There, Delilah" has been stuck in my head all day.
