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.