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Ghost of the Past
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last post: Oct 26, 2015
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Ghost of the Past

1 Name: Anonymous : 2015-10-25 01:17
When I was in high school there was this person whom every so often I would look for in the halls. I wouldn't say I liked them or anything but they did intrigue me. I could never tell if they were male or female but their facial features were so attractive I did not care.

So, whenever I bothered to remember I would search for their face in the crowd to the point I began noticing who they were around with and so if I could find their peers usually I could find them.

Of course, these were mere temporary glimpses lasting no more than a minute or so. After which my temporary reprieve would be over and I would then resume my day. I graduated early and while most people that I went to school with there I have forgotten for some reason they continue to haunt me.

Who were they? What were they like? Where are they now? These questions circle my head whenever I think of them. Maybe it's longing for that connection that is now impossible to achieve. Maybe it's the lack of closure. Maybe it's a perverted sense of curiosity but this seemingly insignificant person whom I never exchanged a single word or so much of a glance is still in my head even if I will never be in theirs.
2 Name: Anonymous : 2015-10-25 06:03
Last year I shared a few classes with a girl. She had rosy cheeks, glasses, she's meek, smart, paid attention to class, and is very cute. As far as I've heard, she knows how to speak Japanese, been there once already and still wants to further her study of the language - so we both share the same interests! She was always waiting for a few of her friends while we waiting for the morning classes, and being the introvert that I am, I didn't say hello or even introduce myself to pass the time.

Over time, I noticed myself looking for her face in the crowd. After a few months, it turns out that we have a mutual friend, who then introduced us to one another. The conversation was extremely short lived. I'm not sure if I was too forward or if I said something wrong, but there was a separation in the air around us.

Not knowing how to feel about that, my eyes still darted around trying to find her whenever I was walking around. One day when I was going to the train station, I saw her again, walking in my general direction, wearing a comfy black coat with a thick shoulder bag, probably filled with books. As she neared, my heart skipped and I thought she would recognize me. She didn't, and I never saw her again. I've been trying to stop myself from looking around for her but I just can't stop the nagging feeling in my head.

Maybe this time, I'm the ghost. Maybe Maria has already forgotten about that unusual guy who's been in the same set of classes, barely said a word and had to wait for friends who always came in late. Maybe I'll move on, maybe I'll still find her cute. Maybe I'll stop looking for every chance I get to see her. Maybe I'll be a ghost just for her.
3 Name: Anonymous : 2015-10-26 03:31
I'm not gonna go into detail, but there was a girl I liked during my freshman year of college. My terrible friend convinced her that I was a manipulative person who constantly lied. I guess she thought I was just putting on a nice act for her. She seemed afraid of me at times.

Anyways, there was more boring drama (like her falling for my terrible friend, and her friend falling for me), but for a while, I would see her everywhere despite not searching for her. Not that she was actually there, but I'd mistake almost anyone for her. She was really like a ghost that haunted me.
4 Name: Anonymous : 2016-10-12 04:32
>>3
I wonder if the friend that fell for you still has you in her mind.

Wouldn't it be interesting to know if someone ever obsessed over you? I think it would shock the ego.

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