Blah.

A murmur of voices distracts me so I turn my head to find out where it's coming from. I see you standing on a corner and talking to a friend with that curious expression on your face. For a second, I wonder what the conversation is about but i just shrug it off and go back to reading my book.

Suddenly, I feel a peculiar urge to look your way once more. I give in to it and end up staring at you. You're on your own now, leaning against the wall and absorbed in your own thoughts. I notice that your forehead is furrowed, then I smile at the thought that it always is.

Some memories come rushing back and I begin to feel a nagging emptiness crawling inside me. I try to dismiss this feeling immediately and convince myself that things are better off this way. But sometimes, I just can't help but wonder if you ever miss me like I miss you.

Just as I'm about to look away, you catch me staring at you. You hesitate, then raise your eyebrows and say hi. I just wave back and smile, then turn away and sigh.