B.L(True story)

As the silence fills the hall,
I stare ahead,
It's me and you,
Walking alone.
My heart aches as I look up at you.
It's been 3 years since we last talked.
As I start getting closer I want to say something.
I want to say I don't hate you,
Even though you think that.
Were so close I can see the colour of your eyes,
and I know you can see the hope in mine.
Without me knowing, all I manage to do....is smile.
The smile you once told me that even on the gloomiest of days, can bring the sun out, from behind the clouds.
So, as we pass each other, I silently whisper to myself, hoping you will hear "B.L(She will remain nameless), I never meant for it to hurt this much"
And with one last glance behind I continue my walk down the hall, hoping one day, sooner rather then later we will be the best friends we were to each other....all those year ago.