Sometimes I wonder about her.
That cute girl with the long red hair, cheek piercings and big funky glasses I used to see on the bus every now and then. We’d smiled at eachother in passing, but I never did work up the guts to say something. It was always “Okay, when <insert thing to happen>, then I’ll go talk to her” … and then it wouldn’t happen. I rarely take that bus anymore, and it’s highly unlikely we’ll ever cross paths again in this big city. But now and again, I still wonder about her. Who she is, what she’s really like, what kind of shit life has thrown at her… or even what her damn name is.
I’m sure everyone has had some sort of experience like this. Do you ever wonder about someone?
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starkidlacey answered:
bro i used to see her all the time too! she was smokinnnn
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pterodactylnoise answered:
All the time.
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