one-way mirror

it is a very lonely feeling, sometimes, seeing old friends.

one of my closest second-grade friends came into the restaurant when i was working, the other night. i knew it was her instantly. she looks the same, only grown up...same hair, same voice, same facial expressions. less open and happy, though. she was in there with who i assume was her boyfriend, and it just seemed so startling.

all this time, you've been growing up! all this time, you've been turning into this composed, unsmiling adult.

and when she looked at me, i knew she didn't know me.

something about that, in particular, made me feel very alone. i felt as if we were worlds apart...as if she could sit in this restaurant with crossed legs and a skirt, and tell me with utter cool that she didn't need anything else, and i were nothing.
not even worth recognition.