I don’t think I’d be able to pick you out from anyone else meeting that description.
But I dont think Id be able to pick you out from anyone else meeting that description.
The thing is I dont even recognize myself these days, or rather who I was back then.
Jérôme Licht
How I was convinced hed break up with me any day after that move.
It was just a matter of time before hed decide he didnt like me either.
You were looking at me.
I noticed when you were there, noticing me, and when you werent there at all.
I must have mumbled a thank you and scurried away.
Because this was before improv, or sales, or talkative Uber drivers, before Uber even existed.
Before I felt comfortable making small talk with strangers.
And you were never more than that to me a stranger.
A stranger who took the same bus I did and paid attention to me and had a kind face.
I wonder what it was you saw in me.
I wonder why you even looked in the first place I mean I woredress pantsback then.
But I doubt you saw any of what was really going on with me.
Im sure I hid it well.
I would have had to tell you.
I would have had to open up, to confide in you.
Which is why part of me was glad you never said anything to me.
Because it feels good to be noticed, to be seen.
And the funny thing is that none of it matters anymore.
Not me, not you, not him, or any of the worries that I had back then.
They belong to another time, to another me.
Ive gone through many mes and many more worries.
Because love doesnt live in one person or one relationship.
It is in family, in friends, in me.
Thats ultimately what determines what matters at any given moment our needs.
And what keeps you up one night, isnt what keeps you up another.
