I was at the mall (not by choice mind you) along with my father and younger brother when I saw her. She looked so completely different yet i recognized her in a second. Those bleeding brown eyes and pouty lips. She had dyed her hair vampire red curtesy of punk colors tm. She had also lost quite an amount of weight which was most likely due to the meth she had been doing a few months prior.
As she walked by on the other side of that annoying little lack of floor malls always have, she looked over, and saw me. Knowing my father didnt approve of her or anyone else I had been friends with before my "clean and sober" routine she just kept staring , her eyes said everything I needed to hear from her.
I lingered for a few moments just until she (across from him) and I (behind him) were both out of my father's peripheral vision. Then the floodgates opened. She blew me kisses by the thousands in just those few precious moments and I returned the favor. We both had tears in our eyes, as we parted and went our seperate ways.
This time though, it was different. This time, I didn't lose her. We just went our seperate ways.