Deep breaths

I walked past the queue. As soon as I had a quick scan of the crowd and realised what was on I knew he would be there. I just knew it. I turned the corner and, of course, my suspicions were confirmed. It was the hair I saw first, hidden behind two others. I walked on a few steps further and I saw him. I saw him for the first time in a long while. I stopped for a split second. Our eyes locked together. I smiled and waved. He did some wave-type thing back to me, along with that smile I love so much.

And then I did one of the hardest things I've ever done. I kept walking. I walked away from him. I pulled against that force that draws me to him. I turned away, even though it was the last thing in the world I wanted to do. I wanted to run over to him, and for him to take me in his arms like I was the only thing in the whole world that mattered to him. I wanted to stare into his eyes for hours, and most of all, I wanted to talk to him. I wanted to sit next to him and just be close to him; for our bodies to touch ever so slightly, and that spark of electricity to ignite.

But that didn't happen. Instead I kept walking. I left him behind and continued on. First of all, I pretty much kicked myself for not going to this same event. It would have given me the chance to talk to him, to see if that something was still there. Then I felt my heart breaking. I love that guy. And seeing him just reminds me of how good he made me feel the night I fell in love.