Sighting

Saturday night, 23 August 2025. I talked to you in Marienplatz, Munich, before leaving the same restaurant you were too having dinner with a friend. I told you how elegant your turkish accent was and how lovely you sounded. I introduced myself but it was my last night in Munich and I had to catch a plane next morning. It felt the right thing to do to leave you in peace with your friend. So I said goodbye without even asking your name, number or social. Now I so regret it and I wish I could get to know you even though we are different cultures and I’m older than you.