On the way to 2nd period, every single day since that night, I realize how cold the hallway is. Maybe it's because the glare you give me is just the same. Cold. But I stare down at my books. Pretending I can't see your tide pool eyes drilling holes into my mind. On the way to second period, it all rushes back like the blood in my face as I pick up my pace. I remember the way we danced, me all in and you, well you did what you always do, stood there. I guess I looked too far into that looking glass that things became blurred. So on the night I told you I loved you, I believed we had a chance. But you smashed that hope the way you always did, by standing there. I paced back and forth and back and forth and back and forth and back and forth until I took a ******* hint. Our love was a rainbow, supported by only one cloud, and no *** of gold on the other side. I tell myself I'm over you. But it's been 5 ******* months and no matter how many times I walk to second period I wonder at would could've been.