Gah, weird.
Synchronistic jc sighting on the deserted midnight highway tonight. Could have been much worse. Could have had to actually SPEAK to him (eek! *shiver*). Still though, left me full of feelings. Wished him the best as hard as I could with all my useless anxiety as I trailed 6 car lengths behind. Scenic highway was no fun. He seemed to be taunting me, going 35 miles and hour, daring me to pass him, but I wouldn't do it. I was lost in re-emerging, long buried memories of doing papers for Jenn's mom ages ago when I'd make sure to quietly stop by his house and leave him a note or a frappachino for the morning, or some other sick girly thing. It certainly isn't that way any more. I finally was able to escape and it was over, barely nothing at all really, but moments like that screw with me. Even when I saw the headlights in my rear view mirror I felt it in my gut that it was something, so maybe I'll just chalk it up to a "lesson" in trusting my instincts/intuition and let it go at that.
