The Russian

I met her almost four years ago.  It was St. Patrick’s Day.  We took the subway together.  Little did I know that five months later I would become captivated by her.  She intrigued me.  She viewed the world as few people do.  Many would call her crazy, but I found her to be fascinating.  She was intriguing and beautiful.  I considered her a friend and for nine months things were good.  I considered her a friend.  Then things got weird.  It was the first time that a friend had willfully turned away from me.  Little did I know, it would not be the last.

We didn’t acknowledge each other for almost a year afterwards.  Then randomly, almost a year since it began, we did.  It has been consistently awkward ever since though.  And I am still completely fascinated by her.  But I know now that I cannot go down that road.  No matter how much I may want to.

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