February

It was February and it looked to be a beautiful morning.
Then I saw him.
I had made a personal resolve not to mention him much again in this blog, or make him the central piece of my writing. I guess all I can say about this is that I hope that what happened is indicative of my approach towards him.
I was not expecting it. Probably the reason I had never seen him here was because I had gotten out of class early and so this was purely a chance meeting.
He said hi, and I looked up just long enough to register it was him before looking down again. I was mousy, I was quiet, I said hello. He asked me how I was and I struggled through a "good." He asked me where I was going and I said the Bennion Center, my voice muted and my eyes down. He said goodbye and I walked away quickly.
I was unable to function normally.
But it was clear I didn't want to interact with him. It was difficult for me. I couldn't even look at him for goodness sake.
Set me free why don't you babe, let me be why don't you babe...