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.