It was nice meeting you. Again.
I bet you didn't know you were the first person I ever tried to flirt with. I bet you didn't know I prepped for this date for a week. I bet you didn't know how much my heart soared when you asked me out.
Thank you for telling me that I have a cute laugh. Thank you for telling me how much you wanted to see me again before I even left. Thank you for walking me back to the station.
It was nice talking to you.
I know when you complained about the chair, it was just an excuse to sit next to me. I know you want L to like you back. I know you deserve someone who treats you better.
It was nice that you finally messaged me, a week after the party.
But I bet you didn't know how quickly I accepted the fact I'd never see you again. That I've already wrote you two poems and that I'm sat listening to the songs you recommended to me. Thank you for making me realise that the right guy will come along, but not right away. I thought I'd just be that girl at the party who's name you can't remember, or face you can't place, but I was wrong.
It was nice meeting you.
I'm excited to see you again next week.
But I know you won't show up.