Suportive Stories

I was in that class with him for almost an hour listening to the sound of his guitar until I decide that I need to find the library now, I pick up my things and walk to the door when I heard him say "The library is on your left" so he actually heard me mumbling to myself an hour ago outside of the class? This is so embarrassing, without looking back I walk faster without knowing, that it was the beginning of my untold story that is full of laugh and end with tears. "Xavier, I love you!! I miss you!! and I hate that after all you did to me I still fucking miss you!! it's hurt, you hurt me so much, I WISH I NEVER MET YOU"