This is personal.
I’m sorry about that.
This is the only way I can communicate with you.
I’m sorry about that, too.
I see you walking, I don’t know if you notice. You brighten the dullest of mornings as you walk along the pavement. I can’t speak to you as we pass each other, I don’t think that you even notice me going by. The way you walk, casually and confidently, with your destination firmly in your sight, I don’t think you would notice anyone around you.
But if you do, I really am sorry.
I should really stop and offer you a lift.
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