Today my mom and I went shopping to get some new clothes for school.
And as we were on an isle..
I guess about my age you could say.
Was looking at me.
Not in an intensely way.
He just looked at me.
Our eyes had contact the whole time...
And I couldn't stop thinking to myself...
Is he looking at my scar.
Or is he looking at me?
He made me feel all warm and fuzzy..
After a few seconds I looked away.
He was still looking..
I don't know why...
And as I looked back he smiled at me..
I almost tripped over a rack.
He chuckled, and he smiled at me again..
And I smiled back..
That is the first time in a long time that someone made me smile.