@ VKG and BOC
It’s a trip, ‘cause sometimes I read your posts and they are my thoughts, almost verbatim……
It’s a trip, ‘cause sometimes I read your posts and they are my thoughts, almost verbatim……
Awwww
So the other day I got a message from this guy on Facebook. I couldn’t believe my eyes, as I read the message. I was crazy about this guy….. In the 3rd grade!!!!! Initially, I was like, ‘fuck me’ do I really look like I did when I was 8 years old? I must, or why would he be able to recognize me after all of these years? Anyway, it made me think, like how you see someone everyday, (at work, school, or whatever) and they kind of become your scenery. You just expect to see them and then you don’t. Every now and then, you say ‘I wonder whatever happened to them?’ You don’t consider the fact that maybe somewhere someone is having the exact same thought about you. So, in his message he says he thought about me often and wondered where I was. I couldn’t believe it. Back in the day, I didn’t even think he knew I was alive. Seriously, I used to hum ‘He Doesn’t Know I’m Alive’ by Janet Jackson all the time, and it drove my mom crazy. I used to stare at him in class, when I was supposed to be doing my classwork. (Even back then I was boy crazy!) He was a boy of few words, but I could tell he was really smart and stuff.
So the other day I got a message from this guy on Facebook. I couldn’t believe my eyes, as I read the message. I was crazy about this guy….. In the 3rd grade!!!!! Initially, I was like, ‘fuck me’ do I really look like I did when I was 8 years old? I must, or why would he be able to recognize me after all of these years? Anyway, it made me think, like how you see someone everyday, (at work, school, or whatever) and they kind of become your scenery. You just expect to see them and then you don’t. Every now and then, you say ‘I wonder whatever happened to them?’ You don’t consider the fact that maybe somewhere someone is having the exact same thought about you. So, in his message he says he thought about me often and wondered where I was. I couldn’t believe it. Back in the day, I didn’t even think he knew I was alive. Seriously, I used to hum ‘He Doesn’t Know I’m Alive’ by Janet Jackson all the time, and it drove my mom crazy. I used to stare at him in class, when I was supposed to be doing my classwork. (Even back then I was boy crazy!) He was a boy of few words, but I could tell he was really smart and stuff.
reblogged from ybt
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See, there this guy… And when I met him, it was like… Like a shade going up in a dark room and light suddenly pouring in. He understood me in a way that no one ever did or could. And then, just as suddenly, the room got dark again.
reblogged from theculturepages
