The lost and ( still needs to be ) found

I can't give up on her. It is important to me, and I hope it is just as important to her too. I realized that the girl I have been looking for was also looking for me back in December and January. She came by my house and wrote the word, "Vane" in the snow to let me know she was there. She was with friends, and I know it's true because there was tagging in the snow opposite the word, "Vane". All of it looked perfect, without any sort of crudness in the writing. It might as well have been spray painted. They were thick bubble letters and they looked like they had a lgiht oriental style to their application and design. I looked at it for some time and wondered if it was really her who did it. I belived it was though, and I became very upset that I missed her that time. Then later the next month I was walking home from Walgreens with two 2-liter bottles of pop. That's when I saw a girl who looked exactly like Vanessa. She had a black coat with fur on the hood which was pulled onto her head, but I could still see her face clearly enough. She was wearing a pair of deep colored blue jeans that were semi-tight, and they looked good on her. She walked with poise and stayed on a straight path, keeping very careful step of where she placed her foot. I could tell she is disciplined in some way. I stopped and stared at her near the corner of the alley by the gas station closest to my house. She was on Jefferson walking down the sidewalk with a focused but downcast look on her face. She stopped walking and stood still, facing forward, just at the same time when I stopped to look at her. It was if she knew I was looking at her, but she wasn't sure if it was me, because I never sent her a picture of myself. And she didn't want to turn her head to look because she was afraid she might be filled with dissappointment. risking it hurt too much I suppose. Which was probably why she had such as focused but downcast look upon her face. I'm sorry. I wasn't sure either. I'm a very doubtful person, ( but I wish I believed it was her then. I would have run over to her and greeted her with great excitement. She was pretty, but I miss her very much. ) But I walked away because I wasn't sure if it was her. Just the fact that she stopped when I did indicated that she was waiting for someone to find her as much as she was there looking for someone too. It WAS her! I know it! I'll have to keep looking for her.