My head buzzed over the throng of cheers and yelling of the football game. Hips swinging in tune with our chant, an unconscious gesture that comes from years of cheerleading.

My heart wasn’t into the cheer; not like it was supposed to be My eyes searching through the crowded bleachers looking for her. The one person despite our completely different mannerisms and personalities…I fell in love with. Just my luck.

’Where is she.’ A mantra that ran through my head like a bullet train. It’s been weeks since I last saw that stupidly adorable smile. Weeks since I told her ‘all my relationships end in tragedy’ in hindsight it wasn’t a lie. I just didn’t want the same to happen to us.

It wasn’t a relationship, wasn’t it? She never asked. I never questioned it. It just simply felt…right. Even so I ended it. A seed of regret growing in the pit of my stomach the moment I uttered those words weeks ago.

It wasn’t until the end of the game I finally spotted her, leaning against the wall looking as enigmatic as ever. My feet moved on their own. One foot infront of the other taking me towards the cause of my spaciness.

“Where have you been?” ’Away from me of course. Not that I could blame her’ ;I thought. I would be too if I was in her shoes. So why does it hurt so much more than anyone else ever has.