Maybe…

Maybe one day you’ll walk past me, as if you never knew me; as if you never saw me.  When in fact I was there standing right in front of you, larger than a flea.  Pretty big enough to be found, seen and considered.

Maybe one day you’ll just ignore me, like we never ever were friends; like I never knew how very disappointed you were when that car run past us and made you all jumpy, you dropped your Nestle Drumstick.  Childish and corny, but, nonetheless true.

Maybe one day you’ll choose not to see me, pretend that you’re blind or something close to that.  Perhaps I’ll let that pass because I know you’re really wearing contacts and you’ve grown out those dorky-thick lensed glasses you had back in Highschool and that they don’t really work that well anymore.  (Hell, I’m so grammatically wrong I think my English Teacher will strangle me any minute now.)

Maybe you didn’t really get to read the letter I sent you.  And for all my stupid fears of being such a cheappie-pay, I could be saved by the intervening powers of Friendster Messaging Problem, or, then again, maybe not.

Maybe in a few more months I’ll be able to get over you.  Maybe a little more time would do and maybe I’ll really forget you.  Maybe…just maybe.

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