04-31-16
Getting into my car, I saw him dressed in stark black, motioning a girl towards his car. His hair looked oddly dark. It took me a double take to be sure it was him. It wasn't a bad look. I only briefly saw them each, since I didn't want either to see me seeing them; though she was beautiful. Beautiful in the way a woman is beautiful, not the way a girl might be beautiful. A girl is beautiful by her ability to mimic a woman. A woman is beautiful by her knowing who she is.
Though I don't think I view him in a way that would allow me to fall into him, seeing this scene and experiencing my internal reaction to it; it would seem that have have not yet entirely recovered from having imagined him my perfect compliment.
This also is perhaps why I have treated him so coldly of late. About 3 weeks now. While I find myself not having negative emotions towards him, and after every interaction scolding my own dismissal of his presence-- I am having difficulty breaking myself of this habit of treating him dismissively.
5:30pm Being sat studying in the lobby, I wanted to know if he was back yet. I walked to my car knowing I would see his from mine if he was back yet. I saw his car, or at least another of the same model, I went back inside. I should admit that while I don't know his number plate number, I do recognize it on sight, though on this occasion I did not see the numberplate.
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Aiden Deis: My Subset of Reality
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