My Dirty Little Secret

I don't see you the next day either. I guess the quiet nothing that came out of me scared you. It was too much of a risk. I sat at the same isolated table by myself again. I placed my head down waiting for the period to end. I then feel the table rustle and shot my head up. I see you again at the table. I stare at you confused. You waved. I returned with a small wave.

The question is: Why am I so happy to see you?