Sighting

We bumped into each other Monday night on Fremont Street near 3rd. When our eyes met, I pointed at you just as my ride was leaving. To my surprise, you chased after me — and in that wild, perfect moment, we shared the most passionate kiss. I had to go, but your voice calling out, “I’ll never forget you,” is still echoing in my head. If you see this, tell me something about that night so I know it’s really you.