...she had to walk into mine...
And to think, if only I had stayed asleep and skipped nine ball league, she wouldn't be on my mind right now. The way her hair still doesn't move when it's up in that bun, no matter how angrily she storms off. The way her eyes shine as they creep over to the corner trying to catch me looking at her. The way I feel as she turns her back on me and tries to slip out without saying a word, thusly not allowing us to neither fight nor make up.
I miss her. And I didn't want to miss her. Not now.
