Time and Space

I figure that the longer I go without seeing or talking to him, the less I will remember about how wonderful it felt to be with him. Maybe eventually I won't wish that I could date him. I shall let it fade into the past where it is only a memory of yet another fantastic fling that never went anywhere. Maybe he's not the one and I'm being saved a months or years-long buildup to a wrenching heartbreak. Ok.