for the guy with the grey sweater

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i saw you and for the first time in forever you noticed me too. you were sitting there, your skateboard dangling between your fingers, your curls as messy as i remembered them. a burgundy sweater hung around your frame, reminding me of the grey one i saw you in the first time.

when our eyes met, i didn't feel like you recongized me, though your lips were formed into a small polite smile. maybe you didn't remember me after all, unlike i hoped. sure, it had been a couple of months, but i still had the faintest spark of hope in me that you'd recognize me. maybe you didn't realize i was the girl you saw several times. maybe you never did. maybe, just maybe, this was the first time you actually took notice of my existence.

i didn't knew how to act, nor what to do, so i did what i'm best in - i tore my eyes away, walked on and didn't speak to you.