School was hell. I excused myself every class to "use the restroom" just so I could walk around. My teachers probably think I have some sort of bladder issue.
Every time I half expected you to see you wandering around as well. That my stomach would growl. That you would offer me another pickle.
But that didn't happen. And I knew that it wouldn't. Yet, every time I would be disappointed when I returned to class without seeing you again.
