I went to the café to grab a drink, and there you were—sitting at a table, radiating the effortless charm that always draws me in.
For a moment, I felt the familiar excitement rush through me, and I was ready to walk over to you, ready to see that smile of yours.
But then I saw her. She was sitting beside you, laughing softly, her presence grounding you in a moment that I wasn't part of. And just like that, I stopped in my tracks.
Suddenly, a wave of emotions hit me. My chest tightened, my heart ached, and tears threatened to spill. Why does this hurt so much? Why do I feel this way?
I turned away and walked out of the café before you could even call my name. I couldn't face you—not like this, not while these emotions kept overwhelming me.
I kept walking, my feet taking me nowhere in particular. The world around me blurred as my thoughts spiraled. I should have known better—I should have kept my feelings at bay. After all, we're just two strangers who met by chance this summer.
Yet here I am, running, wishing you'd stop following me, wishing these feelings weren't so consuming.
