I Know This Girl. Well Sorta.

 It's almost like a dream when we met up, and it's crazy! It's almost as if I'm talking to a different side of her, and then when she goes home, back to a life without me, (not that I think she can't survive without me, I mean to her I'm probably like another guy, - although I shall admit, I'm quite a charmer with the ladies...................... Ok well thats only half true, in fact if there's any advice I can give to any of you guys out there reading this, approuch naturally with interest, and take it very, vverry slowly).

 Well in any case, I don't love her... Well I say that because I don't know her. In fact, I think using the word love in that negative fashion is abit... Well nagative, so I guess I will just avoid that word.

 So to the piont I guess. I told her, well actually, I promised her I wouldn't bother her, which was a smart move because now whenever I see her, I can't bother her at all, I can only be the best non-bothering guy I can be! Which is actually alot easier than it sounds.  But I kinda wonder if she thinks of me. Where we meet, it a special place. In fact it's so special, I have a hard time knowing wether or not we actually saw each other. So thats why I wonder if she thinks of me. I wonder; if we meet in the street somewhere, would she look at me and know who I was, even if she didn't know exactly who I was. Yeah that's kind of the reason I'm talking in riddles, this is just how it is for me, I don't give to much information because, if she doesn't remember, it might bother her. But at the same time, it bothers me not being able to be completely honest...

Although. For some strange reason. I have this feeling. That she does remember me. I may be deluded, and well, probably insane, but I guess you could also call it, hope. And it's strange, just that little bit of hope stop's me from falling into pieces.

Well hopefully I'll get to know her a little better next time we meet up. Hopefully then I'll get to see wether she's worth falling into pieces over. I suppose while I'm at it I'll try and hint a suggestion at asking something about me, (can't be a bother remember!) Because if she reads this, as things are at the moment, she's probably gonna wonder while the heck she even bothers in the first place.

So until then my friends, it's time to fly. (No not litterally, that would just be far too silly a thing to type at a computer).   ;)

(Just proofread the story. Yeah it kinda does make me seem a little starnge. Sorry)