Gel to the O

I saw you. You’re just a little to three meters from where I was. But I looked away just in time for you not to see me looking. My reflexes moved; I walked away, with a racing heart. You looked back. My peripheral vision told me so.

Why, of all people, was it you whom I saw? Why did you look back?

Summer’s like months ago, but seeing you again? What ifs clouded my mind for who knows how many times. So long sweet summer.

So Long Sweet Summer by Dashboard Confessional