Two women meeting
10:49 p.m.

Consider this situation.

Two women come across each other on a busy street. One looks at the other and realizes that she remembers that face.

This first woman walks up to the second, who is wrapped up in her own little world, and says, "Hey!" as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

The second woman, who was probably doing a very important, but utterly mundate, task as she was going from point A to point B, is suprised that someone had stopped her out of nowhere. The woman that had interrupted her little world was standing there, waiting for an equally eager reply, and she, this second woman, didn't know why.

"Hey," she would say, hesitantly, at this stranger.

But this first woman, once that second woman's bestest friend, once this second woman's everything, ignored the hesitation and plowed right through the doubt with her enthusiasm. "Hi! It's so great to run into you!"

"Um, yeah! Isn't it?"

"How long has it been?"

"Oh ages, I sure."

"At least that long."

But, soon enough, the conversation becomes awkward, not just for the second woman that doesn't recognize the 'stranger', but the first as well, who finally realizes that, while to her, this woman and the past she represented was precious enough to remember, the second woman obviously did not feel the same.

They say their awkward goodbyes, "I'll see you later!" "I'll call you!", and begin to walk away from each other, away from that place of unpleasant uncomfortable. While one woman wonders, 'Who the hell was that?', the other wallows in heartache and reprimands herself for her stupidity.

I hope that, one day, I'll be the second woman, instead of the other way around.

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