I need to know.

Why did you run?
Why did you hide?

It felt horrible.

I turned around and saw you. Your friend asked me a question and I answered her. I turned around to talk to the teacher and when the bell went and I turned to go, I noticed you had gone.
I went through the doors. You were on the stairs. I saw you and we made eye contact briefly. I looked away and tried not to look at you. You ran up the stairs. But I saw you turn and go. I nearly collapsed. I felt awful. I didn't know what to do. I just ran. I ran down the corridor and slammed the door open. I nearly cried and collapsed but I carried on.

When I got to the lesson I'd calmed my self down. I expected you to be alread there because I tried to convince my self you'd ran to go to the lesson. But you weren't there. I nearly cried again. I sat there. Watching the door. Waiting for you to come rushing in because you ran away. Then 5 minutes later you casually walked in. I died inside. You did run away. All throughout that lesson I couldn't look at you. I sat in silence for an hour. I did my work. Then at lunch I went and I cried. I cried. I never though I would but I did. On my own. In the cold. It was horrible. I didn't know what to do. I couldn't tell anyone because they'd call me pathetic. So I just stood there. Stood there and thought.

Why did you run?

Please tell me?

I miss talking to you

I'm so sorry

I wish I didn't feel the way I feel about you because I know how you feel about relationships and I know you.

In London I tried to distract my self. I stayed in front of you or far behind. I tired not to talk to you. But it didn't work. I could still hear you above everyone else. It was so painful. But you were enjoying your self. So I was glad. But I will say this. I hated London because of that. I hated the fact that where ever I went. I could hear you. Above everything else. I just wanted to walk away from the group. Walk the streets of our magnificent capital. Go on the tube where ever. I couldn't care. But then when we did speak, it was like there was nothing different. That was the worst bit.

I don't care anymore. Everyone knows I like you. You do, your friends do, my friends do, and yet I still try and keep it secret.

If you read this you'll probably call me a creep or something. You do that. Do what you want. Because I don't care anymore. I feel like I've lost you, I feel sorry for my friends when I just complain and whine to them about everything, I know I shouldn't but I don't want to like you, I'm sorry.

I just wish I knew what you felt.

I just want a chat.

Is it too much to ask?