You were never a confident person. Even now that you have lost weight from when you were a teenager and moved to the city, going to college, making friends. You knew people thought you were pretty but ever time you looked in a mirror you saw that same fat girl who got called "piggy" as a teen. You were only loved and truly loved by one person, but it was wrong- so very wrong.

You went back to your hometown for a fiesta, to visit family too. It was night and everyone was out, lights and music were going and food stands were out with long lines. It was the best no doubt, your family was having fun by the pool while you were buying a drink. You started to walk back to the pool and saw a familiar van, same one you saw when you were a teen. Same one with that guy who weirdly protected you, went to far as to murder your bullies. The only one who love you. You had to look twice, he was bent over to look for something on the ground in his van, he wouldn't recognize you now, but God you wanted him to. You shared moments, you ran away with him for a while!

After staring at the vehicle for too long you forgot you had snacks in your purse, it were old ones you absolutely loved, it was like a brownie but with a strawberry swirl cake. You had two. He knew you liked those and nobody else ever seemed to have eaten them. You took a breath and walked up to his van and past it, leaving one of the cake bars on the hood of his car, tapping on the hood making sure he saw it, leaving a hint like he did when you were a teen. Now you pray he saw it and that it was you while you walked to sit outside a cafe.