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One night.
One drunken mistake, yet it felt like a dream. That's all it was at the time. It didn't mean anything to him. It meant everything to me though. we were both oblivious to the consequences.
It wasn't even an accident in my eyes. There was no decent way of putting what we did into perspective.
The thing that annoyed me the most was the fact that he could walk away, start a new life, with no guilt. I on the other hand, had a peace of what we had done stay with me forever. The guilt always in front of me.

I wish I could find him again.
Talk to him. Show him what had happened.
Would he even remember me?
Would he remember anything of what we did on the night we met.