Missed Connection

I promised myself that I would write about this: not feeling a thing, but a quick reaction, a bit of a blood rush. I somehow felt this would happen, and was wondering that during my recent shopping scavenger hunts I did not run into her in the last three years or so.

But now I did. And I felt cool, with new shoes and bags … I don’t know if she noticed me, but I just pretended that I did not. Went on with my life and then turned around and stalked a bit. And then I called someone else and let the need to follow her go.

It was fun, I felt calm and ok.


About yorkketchikan

I'm just a boy from Europe, as i was told. I'm young, but not for so far, it's not fair -i know it. This isn't my native language, but i'm trying. Started this one for no better purposes than writing in English, because lots of things come to my mind at first in English, sometimes it's disturbing, sometimes not. I love books, rather said: fond of them. I'm not alike anyone else, maybe this is the main problem, not following the mainstream.... If you corner me, I will come out swinging, taking you with me to the seventh hell of the seventh hell. View all posts by yorkketchikan

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