Since our break up I’ve been wanting to see him, to see how it would be to see each other and how he would react to seeing me. Today it finally happened and i freaking chickened out, i saw him and literally walked the other way so I wouldn’t have to talk to him, and of course later i regretted not talking to him. I hear his name and I get this weird feeling, and i think i miss him, or maybe i just miss the idea of him, or the fact that i would never know how things would go between us since i just gave up.