I thought about you. Then I found myself in a place (that I thought you wouldn't be at, I didn't expect to see you there at the time). I was looking around then you came into view. I thought you wouldn't be happy to see me again. Then you looked at me. I saw a small smile on your face. You did look happy to see me. And seeing your face like that filled me up and gave me hope. We briefly talked. Then the next day, I saw you again. I was surprised, but also happy to see you again (so soon) . We briefly talked again. You were walking to somewhere else. I would have walked with you, but I had to go someplace else. If I had walked with you. I would have told you that "I miss you" and "I like you". Then I saw you once again. I was surprised and happy to see you. I was even more surprised that you were talking to me/that we were talking (again). I know I wanted to talk to you more, but you couldn't. And now I'm hoping that I will see you again. That I can ask you/tell you, "Wait. Wait. When can I see you again?"