yesterday, while driving to the new apple store, i saw her driving up 75. she was calling someone on her cell phone. i turned my head so she wouldn't recognize me. she's never seen the black hair, she won't know if she doesn't see my face.

it's been two years. i truly believe that i've completely gone past it. i don't want to see her. i don't want to talk to her. i'm fine. i'm fine.

really. i am.

but, still, i found myself turning away to avoid recognition on her part. here i was, eight feet from her driver's side window. what would i have done had she seen me? i would have had to wave, or smile, or something. then dave and matt would have asked, "hey, mark, who is that?"

"oh, her? she's the reason i moved to dallas. she's the one that convinced me to leave a job and a city i loved to be here for two months before she broke off our engagement."

really, i am fine. as long as i don't see her or have to talk to her, i have no problems. even then, it's more like having one of those itches on the bottom of your foot that cannot be relieved with any amount of scratching. if you could avoid that itch in your foot simply by slouching in the passenger seat and turning away, you'd do it too. she's an itch.

hmm.hm. that's funny.