I knew we were bound to cross paths that day along the academic oval. There were no slight gestures that can bail me out from that. I knew it would be devastating to look at memory straight at the eye. So I pretended to have seen enough and took out my phone and acted like I was texting someone as you drew near. We crossed paths without the slightest encounter.
My iPod played Adele, mind you.
My iPod played Adele, mind you.
