You know what I mean, by Tré Taylor

There you were. You were wearing this thingy. You were doing this thing that caught my eye. Our eyes met. I think. Then you went over there. And stopped. To do something. Or other. Then something happened. Maybe somebody sneezed. Or maybe Somewhere a tree fell. I felt different then, in any case. And maybe, you did too. Or not. I just don't know.

You looked kinda like...well, I don't know. You know- just like that guy in that flick with that girl and that other guy by that famous director what's his name. It was a Comedy. A Tragi-comedy more-or-less. With Adventure and Tension.

Anyway, I really liked you. I mean, I was attracted to you. OK, it was like this- First I liked you, then I wasn't sure. Then I realized I was attracted to you. And then I realized I was scared that I was Starting to Like you. Yeah- that's what happened. I'm pretty sure.

It wasn't quite love. It was similar to the early stages of imagined romance from what I've seen in French films. It was like butterflies, but not quite to the point of nausea. I would say all-in-all it was quite joyous in a subdued yet nerve-wracking way. And very memorable with a dash of mildly feverish effervescence. You were different. Yet calming, in a bad-boy-next-door kind of way.

Anyway- and I'm not sure how I came to this conclusion- I think you liked me too. Or, desired me or something. Maybe you just wanted to rob me. It's so hard to tell these days. Well, I haven't stopped thinking of you since then. To be honest there Have been other people I have thought of since then. And other things too, but not in the same way I have thought of you. Continuously. More or less.

Anyway - was it you? If it was, Please write me and say Hi. Cause if it wasn't, well- then I may have imagined the whole thing.