Nothing about what happened between us was meaningless—even if we intended it to be. For me, it happened before I ever learned her name. She’d taken root in my mind the second she sat down next to me at that bar. After that night, all I could think about was how badly I wished there was some way I could find her again. If I could locate the tiniest thread between us, I’d hold on with everything I had until she was pulled into my life again.
