Park.

Hey
You know that guy you saw yesterday in the park?
You probably don’t remember
He was wearing a black and white striped shirt with dark blue ripped jeans
Don’t worry
He didn’t buy them that way
He was your age
He was the one with the dark brown hair
You probably couldn’t see his eyes, but they were brown like his hair
He noticed your eyes
A beautiful green
He was on his iPod listening to something you’ve probably heard before
It was probably too loud
He had a black notebook and it looked like he was drawing something
He was wearing the same purple Converse as you
He was sitting on a bench when you sat on the other side
He gave a shy “Hello,” but nothing more
You gave a shy “Hi,” and nothing more
He thought of saying “Beautiful day, isn’t it” but he didn’t
He thought you might say, “Very nice. I love autumn”
He would reply with, “My favorite season”
But he didn’t
He started thinking too much
He thought about how you probably saw hundreds of people that day and you wouldn’t remember this one
He wanted to say so many things
His mind was racing
He couldn’t even push a little, “How are you”
You read him like a book
You said, “How are you”
He said, “I’m good. How are you”
“Pretty good”
He didn’t know where to go from there
Both you and he stayed quiet until you had to leave
You simply said, “Bye”
He said, “See ya” like you two were friends and you’d see each other tomorrow
You went on your way
He wished he would’ve caught your name
He wished you wished you would’ve caught his name.

That guy was me.
I just wanted to say hi again.