purple gatorade

I need to stop replaying that smile on your face when you saw me walking towards you, under the hot blazing sun. i quickly dropped my head as i watched my feet skip the cracks on the road instead of facing you as i got closer and closer. i didn't know what that meant, were you happy to see me? did you think i looked ridiculous in my white v neck shirt? i wish i knew, you know..it would atleast help ease this unnerving feeling of stupidity. You wanted to have lunch before we parted ways again, i regret the moment i declined..we would've been there again, on that restaurant on that corner, just like before, when i didn't know things i should have known, when i did things i didn't know annoyed you, when you were just a guy who told never ending stories about yourself, and i was the girl who listened..i regret the moment i declined, i don't know if we'll ever get to doing that again, i don't know if you'll ever ask to have lunch before we parted ways, i don't know if you want it as much as i do..i'm glad i saw that smile on your face though, as you saw me walking towards you under the hot blazing sun. You were still you, and i was still me, i kept looking if something changed, like i was hoping something has changed, was there something that changed? i wanted something to change. not the way we exchanged stories, or how that familiar sweat easily trickled on your forehead and mine on my nose, not even how i thought you were being a complete asshole from time to time, or how much it felt so easy and nonchalant just sitting beside you..no, i was looking if something changed about the way you looked at me, every time you'd see me skip the cracks on the road as i got closer and closer.