She was easy to remember but I fumbled her name on purpose. I didn’t want her to know how much space she took up in my head. We’ve only met one. It was just a moment but it’s a solid memory. Everything is there, even things that weren’t. Things that couldn’t of been there. No girl smiles at me like she did in my memory. The type of smile girls bite to get rid of or to make guys notice even more. Either way the smile was a fragment of falsehood that would grow like any story until she threw herself at me in my day dreams. Which is where I preferred to live anyway.