I remember that day in the parking lot outside your house. The air was mild and the sun was beginning to come down from it's 12 o'clock peak.

I remember being honest in those days. I would say everything I felt. This day I had lingered beside you after classes, drawn to you.

The parking lot outside your house. We sat on our bikes, so small and low to the ground. I recall the coarse asphalt under my hi-top sneakers. This is where I told you I liked you.

Then you dissappeared. You left your bike, shut the front door behind you and stayed inside. I remember waiting. I thought you'd come back and that is why I waited outside on my bike for so long. But you never did come out again, so I eventually just went home. That was a sad day.