Talk to the guy and be sweet.

If you can see him, and he can’t see do it

I know so many women from my life who I don’t see any more. I assume they’re all good in life. They have things and they’re good, and that’s about it. I tend to disappear in life without much of an explanation so it leaves a “missing in action” kind of feel to it. I honestly think they should know who they are to me. It is like that. There was something there mutually. I know it was a strong. Just say something to me if I can’t see you and you see me.

Jeez, I don’t talk enough about another girl I knew at the same time in primary school. I call her a friend too. I always thought of myself as a lovable pest to her. One grade, I think this was 6, I remember looking back at her, she was right behind me over my left shoulder, I look and she mouths “elephant shoes” which made me go “???? What? What are you saying?” You know, is it what it looks like? She does it again and I again ask “What?” She says “Elephant shoes…:)” probably about 10 years ago, I drive a truck for a living, this is 25 years later, haven’t seen her in 25 years, in in the same area where she lived then, who do I see walking down the sidewalk in the direction I was driving… It’s her. I knew it right away. Immediately. I involuntarily pulled a foot away from the sidewalk out of politeness, as if to keep the big smelly noisy truck as far away from her as possible. It was nice to see her, she has a place in my heart. I could never hurt her. I wanted to yell I love you! I actually wondered if she recognized me. I don’t think she looked directly at me, and if she did, behind the dirty dark windshield, I’m not sure she would’ve recognized me. I do look similar, I have recognizeable features. I could not shoot her down. I’d want a hug but it was her.