“im sorry” I watched him walk away. “what are you-“ He stopped at looked at me. “Im sorry I really am. I hope we still are friends” little did I know that wasn’t the last time I would see him even if it felt like it
-three years later-
I sipped my coffee as I walked down the streets looking for a gift. Today is my sister birthday and all she wants is concert tickets for a boy band that I can’t afford. I sat at the bus stop and watched people walked along when I thought I saw him. I stood up but I could see him any more. I sighed its been three years why would I expect to see him now? The bus pulled up and waiting passagers got on. I waited for Mike to show up. I heard his motorcycle pull up and he took his helmet off. “Hey baby” he said kissed me. “Hey thank you for picking me up” I said. Mike nodded and handed me my helmet. I looked across the street and saw him, he looked at me and smiled. I put the helmet on and got on the bike. “Where to?” Mike asked. “Home please” I wrapped my arms around him and rested my head against his back. Mike drove off and I smiled knowing I wouldn’t see him again. This is a big city right?
Wrong………
