Seen but never noticed, those are the words that seem to plague my existence. Surely this is better than being unseen, unnoticed, but then again when I really stop to think it becomes apparent that it would be far better to be neither or to be both, but to be only one of the pair makes for a cruel existence.
When did I become infatuated with falling in love, perhaps when I was five, her name was Ally Feiorentino, unfortunately I was still embroiled with the war of adolescence and I was less than capable of expressing the emotional turmoil that had begun to take place within my kid sized heart. To this very day I often find myself wondering where she is, what she has made of her life, and occasionally just...