"She is 11 years old. I will never meet her again, I know that."
Never? I am too much of an optimist to believe that. The universe is finite and so the possibility exists.
Unless you meant in a metaphorical sense that she will never be eleven years old again. That the world is going to change her, and you will never again meet the person she is now.
When I see someone beautiful,
I tend to stare.