Assumptions

I saw her when I walked in. I hoped she hadn't seen me, but as I passed her, our eyes met, and I knew she'd recognized me. I pretended not to see her and continued past. I sat down across from a friend and continued talking. Each time I looked up and saw her, there was a pain in my heart. I couldn't deny it any longer. No matter how much I pretended like I didn't miss her, I knew that I did. She stood up from the table at which she was having a conversation with another girl. I thought that I was safe, and that she'd just leave without any confrontation. I knew I hadn't done anything wrong, but still the thought of "she's going to yell at me" invaded my mind. Instead of walking with her friend, she turned around. I continued pretending to ignore her,  when in reality I was painfully aware of every step she took. I couldn't breathe correctly and had lost the topic of conversation somewhere within the space of her foot and the floor with each step. Expecting her to at best ignore me and talk to the person I was sitting with, and at worst yell at me for something I braced myself for impact. I was wrong on both accounts. She stunned me by what came out of her mouth "Hey, I just wanted to say I'm sorry. Can we talk sometime?" She continued to explain why she'd done what she had, and with that I knew that I had nothing to be upset about. We were toxic for each other last year, and I knew that. Now that she was in a better place, maybe we could try again. I didn't realize how badly I wanted that until I watched her walk away from me. All I'd wanted to do in that moment was hug her, but instead I let her walk away. I went back to my room and cried for an hour.