I remember my excitement whenever I would see you around. I remember  how while you're walking I would wait for you to look my way because I love how your face would brighten up whenever you see me and you would stare at me until I feel conscious and uncomfortable because you know perfectly that it's exactly what will happen and that I hate it when you do that.

And today, I saw you in your uniform looking sharp and manly as always, holding a black tote bag, striding with the wind blowing against your direction. As I watched you move further away, I can't describe what I felt.

Well, how do you describe nothing?