Red String (joshler)

4

everyday when I didn't have work, I walked past the bench, looking for you. You were only there on Fridays. You always looked like you were dreading something that has yet to come, an approaching storm with roiling black clouds.

I still hadn't talked to you, but sometimes I woke up with your name on my lips.

I was afraid I was becoming a stalker. I don't think I was. I just wanted to talk to you.