I was in town today, and I think I saw the Girl Whom I Loved from high school today for the first time in years. I avoided looking directly at her so as to avoid catching her attention, so I'm not 100% positive it was her, but the resemblance certainly was strong; if it was her, she's still as beautiful now as she was when she was seventeen.

Anyway, moving on with the story, she had two little girls with her -- the oldest probably being no older than five. If those girls are hers, it means she's probably settled down with someone and started a family. I, on the other hand, am unemployed, overweight, going bald, and stuck living in a pig sty with a family I can't stand to be around.

TL;DR: teenage unrequited love is a bitch -- especially when you still haven't quite gotten over it -- and seeing the girl of your dreams for the first time in a long time with the children you wanted to be the father of doesn't make it any easier.

To end this on a somewhat lighter note, I did buy me a small bottle of Southern Comfort following the experience. Now I'm going to down half the contents of the bottle and catapult myself into a daze of drunken elation while listening to the Stone Temple Pilots.