I miss him.
I see him everyday, miss him more and more. He knows me inside and out , as I know him. I love this incredible boy.
I see him in the hallway, and try not to stare. But, he looks up, sensing my presence. We stare at each other for an immeasurable period of time, everything and everyone else gone, except us. Until his friend says, "Come on, Nick."
He gives me a last look, agony in his features for a second before putting on the unreadable face that is his signature. By this time, tears are racing down my cheeks. My best friend comes up to me, takes my hand, and walks me to my first class.
This is what's best for both of us, I thought.
I wanna believe that lie. I wish I could.
But I don't.
And I can't believe what I gave up.
