06 - a stranger

dear stranger,

you're not really a stranger, well you are but you're not, it's quite exciting that i'm not putting who you are on here though :') i've not seen you in aaaages, i think the last time i saw you was from a distance, i was on the bus and you were just walking along and we saw each other and kind of waved and smiled at the same time, it was nice, sort of awkward but still nice. it's kind of crazy that you're the first person that came to mind when this came up, it's crazy what your mind drags up at times isn't it? 

i don't really know that much about you. i know that you're insanely talented at everything you do. i know that i still remember freaking out when i got off the bus that day, it was stupidly random and so chilled at the same time. i still remember running up the stairs of ellens house like an elephant, sometimes, i wonder what could have been as far as that's concerned and of course, i'm glad i'll never know because that sort of takes away from the magic of 'what if'. i still remember the blag and you helping us out of it. i still remember rehearsals and 'easy' by sugababes being on and we were overly idiotic until i told you i had a beach boys cd in my bag then we put 'wouldn't it be nice' on full blast and danced around like crazed fools. i still remember the look of awe in peoples eyes when they spoke to you, god knows how i must have looked, hah!

i've always wanted to be a little more like you.