The feeling in my heart is low, like on the verge of bursting yet only I can hear the beeps before the detonation. To see her, standing in the hallway was something I had prepared for.
How could I not? She who lives but a door away. But when her view had come to my eyes my voice went low and my eyes grew distant. I could not see her face but I could see who she once was.
How the days have changed, it is now I who lay an outcast while she sits aside the very people we use to laugh at.
I am not sure why I felt the way I felt tonight, I thought I did not have feelings for this girl yet seeing her with another man seemed to drain me of any thoughts I had once perceived.
She looked happy, as if the presence of myself no longer bothered her. How wonderful it must feel.