May 1, 2010 was a Saturday. I remember because I saw you driving home from work. I had been at the movies with friends and we were walking back to my car when I looked out into the street. There you were, looking right back at me. We held eye contact for a moment, but I turned away.
I didn't see you again until November. You were walking in the opposite direction, but you passed me on the left side. I felt my heart burst with joy, or maybe excitement. I couldn't tell. In that fleeting moment everything I had ever felt for you erupted and consumed me. It was like I forgot what our relationship had really been.
For a week I kept my eyes wide open, hoping to catch a glimpse of you. I thought that stolen glances would be enough, but I didn't see you again, and still haven't.
George, you were everything to me for a little over two years. You were the first thing on my mind in the morning, and the last thing on my mind at night. All I wanted was you, but you're two years older, and were gone for a while. No one has taken your place, but I wish you would just leave me alone. Every time I think you're gone for good, you show up, making me want you all over again.
If our paths cross again, please don't look at me. I want this to be nothing if it can't be everything.
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