Why is it that sometimes when you know someone and you see that person you don't acknowledge that you know her at all, even though you recognize her, even though it is unmistakable who you are talking to, even though there was never an ugly thing between the two of you that should make you want to be strangers? Why is that? I'm guilty of it, too; I was just wondering if you had an answer because I'm struggling to find one.
I swear I don't hate you even though you kept on scowling and looking disgusted, maybe shocked at my presence. Were you under the impression that I was dead and never coming back?
I just don't know sometimes.
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