I watched her from the window for weeks on end.
I don't know why, but I never went down to talk to here again. I saw her look to our house sometimes, maybe hoping something would happen. But nothing ever did.
I don't know what it was that kept me from going down to talk to her again. It was just, I feel so damn intimidated by her, like I fuck up once and i'm done.
After a while she stopped looking at our house.
I wondered if she forgot about me..
Then I realized she didn't even know me. Why would she even have a reason to remember me? She was probably getting on with her normal life, me forgotten, with other things and people occupying her mind.
Why would she remember me?
