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