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I saw a woman in the supermarket.
We happened to meet at some section at there and our eyes met a second.
She lined up after me at the register.
I've seen her somewhere someday.
but I wasn't sure it was you and I didn't give her a word.

Was that you?

I talked with you on the phone about two months ago once.
I don't remember what I said nor you said.
Or rather I did not understand what you said.
But I felt something.
Probably it wasn't good time to call you up,
you didn't feel like talking with me.
Something what you said that I understood is you were going to somewhere and
would be back in summer, though I'm not sure.
I thought I shouldn't call you any more and didn't.


Since then I've been working hard. I've been sticking this uncomfortable chair,
glued to the computer and hardly went out.
One day when I went out to get something to eat
I saw two men who I've never seen take the dog outside.
The small white dog that should have belonged to you.
I thought you'd actually gone to somewhere though I was not sure after all.


I went out the supermarket and got home.
I cooked steak and finished to eat, now I'm facing to computer.
I'm wondering if it was you.
If it was you, then what?
What do I want? i don't know.
If it wasn't you, and you may not even remember who I am, and if I send this mail to you, won't I be stupid?
Maybe I shouldn't send this mail to you.

Only, whether she was you or not, she reminded me of you.
My heart's shaking, maybe I want to talk to you.
I'm wondering what you're doing now.
I haven't seen you for long time.
Was that you?