You weren't at school that day.
Or the next.
Or the day after that.
I was beginning to worry about you.
What if you were hurt?
Or in some kind of trouble?
Serious trouble.
I still didn't really know you.
What you liked.
What you did.
Who your friends were.
Who you were.
I only knew one thing for sure.
For some strange reason, you loved me.
And I wanted to keep it that way.
The next day you showed.
I ran to you.
Wrapped my arms around your neck.
Kissed you on the cheek.
You took a step back.
Away from me.
Away from my world.
You yelled at me.
Made me cry.
I didn't know what I did wrong.
Now I do.
I gave you a weakness.
