I see you.

Today. At work. You come and buy some food (to go) and

you see me, too.

.

We peek at each other when we think the other isn't looking.

You look older. It's funny how I was taller than you in the seventh grade but now you tower over me.

I guess that's understandable since I'm 5'1", but I don't think I can get over it.

You've lost your eternally lovable scruffy haircut and now it's gelled and you just look older

I'm not sure what to make of this.

.

No mind-blowing realization that I'm still head-over-heels for you.

There's a sort of nostalgia though. Like I used to know you and we used to be sort-of friends and I liked that a lot,

I don't know. It sort of feels like if you gave me even a second of your time I could fall for you again.

I think it's a little pathetic but that's life.

.

You were out of sight for four months straight.

Today you're back.

Then tomorrow I'll go back to pretending that I don't remember you and you'll go back to

I don't know, whatever you're going to go back to.

We'll go back to pretending.


pew pew pew. :s