I ran into you the other day. You looked just as I remembered, beanie covering your brown hair, skin a lovely tan color, the sound of your voice, your amazingly dark brown eyes. It was all just too much. You saw me again, those dark eyes latching onto my own.
Though we didn't speak (because I had my friends and you had yours), I saw the recognition.
You remembered too.
My breath hitched, my body tensed, and I knew every movement, every step was basing your opinion on me. Thoughts raced through my mind.
Has he noticed my absence on the bus?
Has he looked for me?
Does he even know my name?
Do you? Do you know my name? Do you doodle it in the margins of your papers? Do you imagine how it would sound with yours?
It would sound lovely.
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