You don’t remember me, but that’s okay, most people don’t. Let me just start off by saying that recently I’ve been thinkng of things from my past, and you were one of them. I know that sounds completely weird and creepy, but for some reason, its true.
We have a mutual friend, through whom we met. We didn’t really see each other much, or even talk to each other. I know that when we sat on the bus together, back in freshman year, I made you laugh a lot, and you always felt like you wanted to talk to me. There was a mutual attraction between us, and I had wanted to find more about you, but never had the courage to.
I remember one time on the bus, we were discussing what our porn names would be, like the mature students we were/are, and that you wouldn’t have to change your real name at all. I rather liked that. Both your name, and just the ring to it. I can’t tell you why that is though. To be honest, I couldn’t remember your first name until tonight, but I could remember your last name. ‘K. Love.’ That’s all I knew. But for some reason, after 6 years, I still remember it.
A few years later, I believe Junior to be exact, we met again at the movie theater. It had to have been a weekend because I was just getting off work, waiting for my ride. You came in, going to go see a movie, no shit right, with a few friends, but as soon as you saw me, you lit up. Like I was this exquisite being that made everything perfect. You hugged me that day. You were really giddy as we talked, and coy too. Like you were embarrassed or just flustered. After we talked we then parted ways, and I don’t know why but I watched you go up the stairs to your movie. As you did so, you looked back and smiled. Just briefly. You leaned into your group of friends and what appeared to be, to me anyway, fawnning over me to them. I could be wrong, and totally out of place with that, but that’s what I remember.
So, to end this, since I doubt that you would even recognize me, remember me, or even spend more than five seconds of talking with me now and will never possibly read this; I would like to say this, Hi. I’m Jason. And I would have liked to get to know you more, Kelsie Love. I’m a little sad that we had never really talked, but you seem(ed) like a real person that would have meshed with me quite well. I hope that one day we will meet again, and I can say this to you in person.