6. Two days later, I still haven't seen Edward again. I try different hours in case we were missing each other, but to no success.

Which got me thinking that he was trying to avoid me now.

It would make sense. I'm weird. Strange. I blurt out words. I run away and hide. Who would want to be friends with an unstable person like that?

But I really wanted to make this right. I wanted to see him again. I needed to see him again.

I craved that contact again.

And then, finally, I see him walking along the footpath, alone. We meet in the middle.

And stare.