You called me out asking if I skateboarded. You showed me your boards; we chatted for a bit. You were really cute.
It was one of those moments where you fall into social autopilot mode. I said my goodbye, walked away, but wanted to turn around and be with you a while longer.
I hate that I am still in dead-to-the-world/girl mode. Maybe we will cross paths again.
Sorry I forgot to feed the cat. I could hear her meowing.
I'm sorry I finished the milk. I should have left you enough for your fruit loops.
I'm sorry you chose to move out because of a late-night conversation that you overheard and most likely misinterpreted. It made me realize that people flat out disagree on certain subjects, and will never see eye to eye.
I pulled over abruptly and cut you off in the bike path. White Suburban, Bishop CA, Monday. Sorry. I'm a bicyclist too. I just didn't see you.