The next day, it was different. As I sit down on the wooden bench, I realize, today, you didn't sit next to me. I didn't see you walk down the street. Out of sight, out of mind. Yea, that saying was definitely not true. I thought about you every second that I didn't see you. I wondered why I hadn't seen you today. 'Maybe because I didn't talk, you stopped wanting to talk to me.' I thought to myself.
