UnspokenHe found me waiting by the ticket booth. I had my ticket in my hand already.
He came to stand in front of me, and dipped his head to see my face through my hair.
Hey, he said softly.
I... I began.
What is it? Im here. He squeezed my shoulder. But I couldnt say that. It wouldnt be right. Or sane.
I... need to go.
In about 4 minutes.
Right, of course.
If he had shuffled his feet then, I wouldve understood.
It felt strange. Awkward.
We had never been in this situation before.
Did we hug? Kiss? Shake hands?
I didnt know.
We did nothing. Just stared into each others eyes, each lost.
I needed to say something, but it stuck in my throat.
I... better go. I looked all that way up at his sad face and managed a smile somehow.
I think it crushed him.
I hitched my bag over my shoulder and left.
I... love you... goodbye.
But it wasnt to be said, and never