Forget Me Not

I still get overwhelmed at times, when I stop and really think about how my 3 months abroad has effected me.  I went to so many places and fulfilled so many dreams in such a short time.  The confidence that this has brought me is indisputable; I thrive in the fact that I did it all myself.  More than all the beautiful places I conquered, I am haunted (in a good way) by the images of some of the most beautiful people I have ever met in my life.  I cannot always remember every single person's name but I sure as hell know their face, where they're from and what they feel.  I look at people in their eyes and I swear I can see everyone dying to shine so bright.  I want to go down the list and speak of every single person who's spirit has intertwined with mine during that time.  I'm afraid it would look like a long-winded and boring thank-you list that you might have read back in the day when people actually bought albums.  Perhaps one day I may find the gusto to delve into the characters I met on my travels, everyone has a story.  Would people ever wonder what their story would be?  How I would interpret their life and intentions after only 1 day, a few chance outings, a week long affair?  I've definitely made some friendships that I think will go on forever even if we never meet again.  I truly believe I will meet some again and again.  Kindred Spirits are a rarity and should be appreciated and enjoyed while you have the time.  Imagine treating every single person in your life as if it could be the last time you ever spend with them.  Would you hug harder and laugh louder?