I don't know her name.I saw her for the first time on the bus 2 years ago. Immediately she struck me as special. What she lacked in conventional beauty she more than made up for in memorability. Something about her made me stain the image of her face into the deepest folds of my brain. Despite not seeing her in about a year, I can remember ever detail of her face. Over the maybe 10 or 20 times I saw her around, I only saw her form her mouth into something resembling a smile once. I never heard her voice, and I never had a chance to let her know I cared.To this day, I'm still in love with this girl; a girl I never truly met. My only regret is that I never gave it a shot.Link related: Its a drawing of her.
In my last post, >>1, I left out a very vital piece of information about this girl and the things that have happened between us. The truth is, in a way, I have spoken to her, albeit only one of us knowing this. Sometime during the final days of this May, I thought I saw her. Acting out of regret, I immediately found myself preparing for some sort of confrontation that would allow me to get the closure I needed. Keep in mind, that at this point, all I had to remember her over the months without her was the drawing in >>1 and my memory. Eventually, I spotted “her” on campus again and decided that would be the day I ended this. Today, I am almost 100% sure that the her I spotted that day was not the girl from >>1. The girl that sparked my meeting with this girl however may have been her, however. In any case, a few hours later, I got on the bus with whoever it was I decided would take on the role of my obsession, and made plans to speak to her. Almost immediately, two girls decided to ruin my plans my confronting me about my phone and forcing me to have an awkward, unwanted conversation. I wasted an entire bus ride talking to these girls. Any other day, this would've stopped me from finishing what I had set out to do. Eventually, the girl I had planned on talking to got off the bus, and I, despite living about 2 miles away, got off with her. After we both crossed the street, I stopped her, and said what I needed to.On that day, I'm almost 100% sure that I consciously knew she was not the girl that had captivated me for over a year. I'm not entirely what my intentions were when I set out to talk to her, but I've since justified it as “practice,” or an attempt at closure. In any case, closure was one thing I didn't get out of this ordeal. Here I am, months later, still obsessed, dealing with even more regret. Recently, I've found myself recalling a moment on the bus with the actual girl from >>1, wondering if it would be appropriate to approach her. I remember getting off at the same stop as her, since I was visiting a friend nearby, but not saying anything. Whatever experience I gained from my “practice” run over a year after this happening meant nothing. I was simply doing what I should've done the first time.These realizations, along with everything else that's built up since the last time I had the privilege of seeing this girl's face has driven me to withdraw from my social life, and focus all of my energy into solving this problem the only way I can. My solution? You'll find out when humanity has reached a level capable of realizing it. You'll find out once I've become the only man capable of such a feat. When it happens, I'll have done everything in the name of progress. The truth is you may never find out just what it is I did. I, on the other hand will be happy, and will have finally succeeded in making the most of my time with this girl.
Anyways, despite the apparently conclusion in >>2 (I sorta borrowed this from another post I made on the matter elsewhere), I really do need help. I just want to see her again, so I can give it a shot.
Any advice on how to make this work? How do you find a person without them knowing that you're looking?
Find her and put it in her butt.
Google Plus, Facebook, maybe find out where she works and "bump" into her there?
hit me up for a good time;) 4254175777
What did she look like? I can't see your picture
Did you two take the same bus route? Isn't that how you guys met?
*Well.. isn't that how you met her?