Well… it’s be awhile since i’ve posted something a bit personal.
I let my curiosity get the best of me this afternoon and went on the hunt for some sign of life from you…i found it. It wasn’t as hard as i expected it to be. I will admit i found myself holding my breathe a couple times. Not sure why really…
A couple months ago I had a conversation with someone who reminds me alot of you (its strange) I asked him the simple question of “Do you believe that when God feels that one has moved on and completely healed from past traumas that God might let a person back into ones life?” and he had the simple answer of yes, he has seen it happen. That was nice. Knowing that it was a possibility. I cried. I felt this overwhelming relief. I’m ashamed its taken me as long as it has truthfully.
I’m 100% sure that you would not like who i am today and i’m okay with that. I don’t know if i would like you and thats okay. I don’t need validation from you. I’m not afraid anymore. I know that you never think of me and that i never once cross your mind. Yes, i do think of you from time to time but in different ways. You’re just a memory to me now. Like a stranger i met once and often wonder how they are. Nothing more.
I often believe if we passed each other and we were completely alone on the side walk that you’d still look right past me…through me.
I don’t think i would mind though. I’d be okay because i know how you feel.
We are complete strangers to each other.
Hello, My name is Mary. I don’t think we’ve met before.>>
James Franco and his high school girlfriend, Jasmine.
Audrey Hepburn in Paris, 1955