***hint: pay attention to the tense of certain words*** (thought I'd give an idea of what he might look like)
I saw him. For the first time in a long time, I saw him. I remember. Everything. I feel it all. His lips on mine. His arms around my waist. The heartbreak that I've been concealing for the past year . His hair was dark again. I missed the vibrant blue green color it was. He seemed happier with another girl in his life. I guess I was just another mistake, but then again when didn't our relationship seem like a mistake? He didn't see me, as I look nothing like before. My hair isn't purple anymore, and I've stopped wearing makeup everyday. I wear my glasses a lot more often too. He was with her and a group, but they seemed separated. She's holding him back, and now he seems a little reluctant to be there. Anxious. I can see it, he's twiddling his thumbs like always. Then she leans towards him going in for a kiss. That's when I cant stand to watch anymore. I get up and I put my floppy summer hat back on, making my way towards the subway entrance. Then he sees me. We make eye contact. He gasps. I walk away. Why do I always walk away? Wait, do I hear footsteps? Is he following me? I sit down on the train and bury my nose in the book I had in my bag, then I feel a presence next to me. I look up and there he is. Full smirk. Nose ring. Black jacket. "I thought you were going to walk away again..."
"I was."
"Don't"
"I won't"