It's 8:45 am, and I've already checked all of our previous seats; you're not in any of them. I've given up and resorted to sitting in the back, away from all the people. I'm alone again, and I really don't have any way to contact our group, so I figure that I'll stay here for this session and somehow find you all afterwards. At least I think that until I spot you and your friend out of the corner of my eye, walking right past me. I bolt up from my seat and fall into step with the both of you. Oh god, I hope that wasn't weird. I say hey and you both look surprised to see me, which I can't say doesn't surprise me. After all, it does seem like I was waiting for you.

Maybe subconsciously I had sat there for that very purpose, but I promise that I wasn't actually intending to sit there just to find you. I just wanted a spot to sit. I follow the both of you to a new section of seats, this time even closer to the front than before. Of course your friend sits between me and you again, but whose to say I'm surprised this time? I'm not, I guess I'm just used to it.

I look over at you often. Sometimes you're resting your head in your hands, other times you're fighting to keep your eyes open. Either way you look exhausted. I remember that you weren't feeling too great yesterday, and think that maybe it just got worse. I find myself wishing I could cheer you up some how, but seeing as how you rarely ever even look my way anymore I think that even if I tried I wouldn't be able to do much.

I remember when just a simple song that I would send you could put a smile on your face, but now I could probably send you a thousand of them and you wouldn't really care, would you? Remember when I sent you that one song, Its OK by Tom Rosenthal? The one about how everything will be okay because some day we'll be together? Remember how you told me those lyrics made you feel? Do you still feel that same way? Or did I just misinterpret everything?

You told me your heart broke listening to the lyrics, but that it was okay, because someday you would be with me. Did you really mean that? Back then did you want to be with me? Or were you just saying that to say it? Because right now, at this very moment, all I know of that guy you were, that guy who never failed to put a smile on my face, is that he existed somewhere in my past, and I don't know where he went.

Or rather, where I went wrong.