My eyes followed his back as he walked away from me. This was the first time that he walked and not me.
He was always the one to stop me and a part of me wanted to do just that. I wanted to run after him, grab his shoulder, and... and...
FUCK.
I didn't know what I wanted to do.
This was so frustrating.
My feelings towards him, which I was sure that I had figured out years ago and buried... but being back here again... being next to him, they resurfaced and this time they were different. A lot stronger and filled not with a youthful crush I felt for him before, but something deeper.
Shit.
Feeling so frustrated with myself and with him, I started walking. My whole body shook as I took one step after another, hoping that if I walked far and fast enough I would get away.
I had no des
