There was this girl...

...who used to eat during the same time as our group in Butler University's Atherton dining hall. I have no idea who she was. I don't even know her first name.
But, I had a terrible crush on her. Perhaps, because I am writing this today, I still do.

What I do know is this: She is extremely beautiful. She had shoulder-length black hair.

I saw her once, last year, in Broadripple. Unfortunately, I was too timid to go say Hi. My friends knew I had a crush on her, and would always comfirm her presence in the dining hall before we entered. They would refer to her as "Scott's girl".

I was only able to gather such minimal knowledge of her. She would sit towards the front of the dining hall, near either the tray return area, or nearer to the salad bar. She sat with a few other female friends. I assumed she was a year younger than we were, because she wasn't around my freshman year.

Although I have a deep desire to, I may never learn who she is. She'll be that person you run across at the airport. The person that hops onto the flight to L.A., when you're going to Seattle. You know you'll never see them again, no matter how much you want to. Maybe it's a good thing that you never will. Or, maybe it's a good thing that you never know until it's over, or until you do.