Just an illusion

Would I have been happier in the illusion of a pleasant, albiet brief, encounter? Yes, if I hadn't asked, I wouldn't have realised that seeing, even acknowledging with a smile, doesn't mean that we really met. In reality, only I did.

A tad disappointing.

And a bit sad.

To echo those words, I don't think anyone, not even you, understand, the effort behind inaction, or minimal action.

I always plan to write when everything is bright and rosy, but those times are easily shared with good company, over good food. Whereas these thoughts are ones that don't make good meal conversations, and invite unwanted responses.