People change over time. Looks, attitudes. She still couldn't believe she'd been sitting there on the bus, a seat behind him, watched him glance at her half a dozen times over the course of five minutes, before it finally clicked. She hadn't seen him in three years and she couldn't recognise him for who he was? Those eyes were always so open and distinguishable. And she'd missed her chance to say hi. She hadn't even smiled - too tired, too half asleep to pay him any attention, until recognition finally set in and he was gone. Had it looked like she'd shunned him? Probably. She didn't care, really. She'd moved on to other fish. But just to remember was enough to send her into a state when she collapsed on the bed at home. Why was it always so hard? So pathetically pathetic?
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