I saw you at Barnes and Noble. You were sitting there with your hat sitting down low. Your long legs were stretched out. I couldn’t believe it. I sat at a table with my mom across from your table. What killed inside was the fact that both of us didn’t have the guts to tell my parents yet and the second thing was the fact that I love you and I was sitting so close to you yet so far away. Why you were there I’ll never know, but a part of me was so happy to see you there and then another part of me wanted to cry out to you to fix all of this. Don’t you know that I’m in love with you? Why couldn’t we of just told my parents? Why couldn’t of we tried to work things out. I wanted to do that but you decided to walk away and not tell me the reason why you walked away. I’m broken inside and my mom could tell there was something wrong, but I couldn’t tell her. I need you to be there to tell her the truth about us. Why couldn’t you have come over to talk and why couldn’t I have said something too. When my mom got up to leave I glanced over one more time, because I wasn’t sure if this was the last time we would see each other and if so I wanted one more picture of you sitting alone there by yourself. I love you. Please come back. I want to work this out with you and seeing you only confirmed that I’ve fallen in love with you more deeply than you’ll even begin to understand.