dear john,
i was thinking about the first time we met.
it's kind of fragmented, because we "met" lots of times, but never actually spoke. this was the first time (that i remember) that we "met" without speaking.
my old best friend was there, sitting opposite me with her new boyfriend. you were there next to them both, and quite close to me. i never looked at you once. i don't remember what your face was like, whether you were happy, or sad, or nervous, and i never will know.
i wonder if you looked at me.
love, me.
