What if you were given a second chance at life? Or a second chance at love?  What if your love was limited? or unlimited? 

Not everyone is given a second chance at love. 

 Mia, 

I saw you at lunch again today. 

You looked my way, but you didn't seem to notice that I was standing there. It was like I didn't exist to you. That's when I noticed that you were searching for someone. Was it Justin that you were looking for? Or was it Alex?  I desperately needed to know who you were striving to find. 

I did notice something else. I saw how disconcerted you looked. 

Were you upset about something. . . or someone?  

When you glanced my way again, I wanted to yell at you. I wanted to tell you everything. I wanted to tell you how I felt about you. How my heart raced faster than a normal human beings heart. Would you believe me If I told you? Of course, you wouldn't. You would probably say I was crazy -  that I was Insane, perhaps. 

I wanted you to notice me. 

I just wanted a chance to get to know you, Mia. I wanted you to get to know the real me, too.  Every day when I see you in the halls, I get butterflies in my stomach. 

That's when I essentially gave up. I knew that you were never going to notice me.  

I looked at you once more and that was when you finally noticed me. You finally regarded my existence. 

That's when my whole world changed; It was the day that the love of my life (I'm not exaggerating here) took notice of me. It was your smile who lit my whole world up, It was your laughter that pulled me into another universe. 

That was when I messed the whole thing up. 

When we were at lunch, I was carrying my trey while I was rummaging through the cafeteria for you.  Some guy had tripped me and before I grasped it my trey and the food that was on it was flying through the air (Imagine it going in slow motion) and now you were covered in tomato sauce and noodles and It was all over your new outfit and it was the only outfit that you had.  

I can't explain how angry you were at me, every single person in that cafeteria was laughing; You were both embarrassed and angry. You then kicked me in a place where no man should be kicked. I didn't blame you. I deserved it for embarrassing you. I contemplated on apologizing, but I didn't want to make things worse. 

You haven't spoken to me in weeks. It was two long weeks when I felt lonely. I tried calling you but it was always sent to voice mail. Your mom wouldn't even let me visit you.  I think she felt sorry for me. 

I want you to give me a second chance. 

Love, 

Miles

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