
yesterday during joint small group, you walked in the door, you looked at me with surprise in your eyes, and you said “hi sandra.” had people not greeted you as you walked in the door, i would not have known what to call you. something about the way you looked at me, and said my name, intrigued me i guess. i wanted to know how you knew me, because i for one cannot remember a time where i talked to you or introduced myself to you, but that one day, you added me on facebook.
what i remember of you? not much to be honest. what i do remember is that you used to walk around glenforest aimlessly, walking in circles, and i used to think who is that guy? why is he so weird? then i remember seeing you at church, and imagine my shock. and yet i have no idea how we met, if we did at all, or what our first encounter was. and no i do not blame my faulty memory, i remember the things of significance. and i couldnt place you in my life in anyway. who are you?
seems like a mystery to me. i wonder if i had an impact on your life in anyway, you didnt really have one on mine. i wonder what you remember of me, enough to remember my name, and hold a gaze for a seemingly long time. an awkwardly long time. and yet something about the way you looked at me intrigued me.
i didnt say much to you yesterday, you hitched a ride back to christinas house, sat in the back, and yet when it was time to go you stood there, holding my gaze, until i felt like i had to turn around. i don’t know you, so maybe thats just what you do. and yet last night i felt myself thinking about you before i fell asleep. either trying to remember how i know you, or just wondering how you remember who i am and the impact if any that i have had on your life. an easy explanation is my volume, it definitely doesnt go unnoticed. and yet i havent noticed you, or even taken note of you in years.
i remember that you added me on facebook, and you sent me one or two messages, but i didnt know you well enough to reply, and yet, i tried to search for you this morning, and found nothing. WHO ARE YOU?