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Re: Girls are hard to read sometimes...
I can understand how this would be a confusing situation as I myself have encountered a situation similar to this.
My best advice to you would be not to let the relationship you had in the past dictate the relationship you may have right now and maybe longer (friendship, dating, whatever) because it's the past. Don't let the relationship your parents and her parents have dictate how your relationship with this girl goes, because that's their relationship. Do you get what I'm trying to say?
Anyway, if you think the girl is cute and would like to get to know her more, ask her to do something with you (movie,putt-putt, picinic, etc.) and go from there. This will show her you'd be interested in being more than friends but don't want to jump right out and say "hey, we need to be boyfriend and girlfriend." Or at least that's my take on it.
Anyway, best of luck to you man. And one more thing, just believe in yourself, because no matter what you do one way or the other here, if you don't believe in yourself, she'll notice it. You have to believe in yourself before she will believe in you.
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The clouds are hanging lower as of late. Surrounding all in sight. I can't say that it's a bad thing; perhaps the lack of sight will sharpen our sense of it. After all, there is always that wish to have a heightened sense of something...isn't there?
That doesn't matter though. All that matters is now. Here. And what is here? Why, it is only myself and this road. I've been walking a while, and I've come to find that no matter how much I try to stray from this direct path, I always find myself back on it. I can't say this is by way of my own fault, because it is not. I've tried to create a road of my own, only to find that all roads I choose to make, lead me to the one that is already made. Alarming? Maybe not so much. Deterring? Never.
I love these cloudy days. Have I mentioned that? Wonder has always been something my mind has enjoyed and to be in a constant state of it is wonderful. My bones and flesh soak in every drop of it, until I can take no more. And then? And then I take more still. Surely you know of what I speak.
I'm sorry, but I must leave you now. My wondering mind is getting the best of me and uncertainty beckons me.
Until we meet again...
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