Another piece of the reason I chose her is because she said what I needed to hear.

Its a piece that I couldn’t understand when I was there on Canada’s 150th. A student, and possible friend was trying to help me, as well. Its strange how all I could say was “I remember you”, to her. I was nearly hit by a Streetcar just a minute or two before by a TTC driver who nearly ran a redlight.

Again I couldn’t say anything to her, The Mysterious Woman, or Her Friend. I was at my breaking point again, and I know it’ll sound stupid why. The student, and possible friend was someone I blew off 5 years earlier during Canada Day. I could see how there was a blockage in her emotions, and it caused an echo within me. Back then, she had a fiance. Today, I couldn’t say if they were still together or not.

Today, I’m thinking of another student in the same school, and a woman who got the wrong idea about a news paper I doodled on. They were both incredibly sweet to me. I must’ve been wrong in leaving that newspaper there.

Now there are a few times some of her people have helped too. I know someone saw me dowse with an empty redbull can underground to try find a way. Go figure how I got a two pointed triangulation. It even sounds wacky to me.

I guess I just want to see her smile at me again. Now I might go have a glass of Absinthe, because she knows.