when I see you
I pretend I’ve never met you before.
I pretend you’re a complete stranger, just another client in the shop.
Or a friend of one of my co-workers that I’ve never been introduced to.
I have no memories containing your face or voice.
No funny stories or experiences in which you were at my side, as my partner.
Nothing to relate to you with, no ties to your family or child.
We know absolutely nothing about each other, and I have no means by which to relate to you.
I can keep this up fairly well. Ignoring the feeling that swells in me when you’re near, as it always has, and I’m assuming always will.
If this is the only way to survive being treated as less human than all your other ‘dudes’, than so be it.
I’ve never been anything like them anyway.
Haha, well I’m sure whomever I’m supposed to end up with is out there somewhere, but in the meantime I’m just going with the flow. I’m not looking for anyone, I’m enjoying the fuck out of being single. Thank you for the well-wishes though.
And no, Twilight’s not dumb, but it’s def meant for 12 year olds. Lestat will always be the only vampire for me.