just thinking

I ran into PSC tonight, randomly, on the street. I was with coworkers at a creperie truck someplace near my work, 4hours of hh and a smoke after work. and he taps me, I turn around, and it’s him. we said hi, and we do a little half-embrace. and then we kind of stopped talking. he might have asked me a question or something. and then yeah, I didn’t know what was next/else to do. I wanted our group to move, but we stayed, while he and his friend ordered crepes, and even until after he got it. he came and said bye as he left, and I don’t think I said anything, just smiled stiffly, and was probably really awkward.

I don’t think I feel sad but I just kind of wish that it didn’t happen. I liked not seeing/knowing/and caring. well at least I can say I don’t really care, it’s not like all of a sudden I am wishing for him. this encounter just prompts me to wonder about my next. wanting my next…