You know those people that you always run into, and yet you have never met them before? There's this guy that I keep bumping into at uni. He does a different course to me, but we keep crossing paths, to the point where it's become almost ridiculous. When I see him, we exchange the quickest of glances, and I know that he's thinking "What the heck, there's that girl again". I've ran into him every day of this week, except for today. I'm posting mainly because of withdrawal symptoms perhaps.

The last encounter I had with him was on my way to my car. I'd just finished a really long day of uni, and skipped my last lecture because I was so exhausted. When I saw him, I was kind of glad that I did. I think it was my imagination, but he seemed to quicken his pace in order to cross my path (it was quite an open stretch). We ended up almost brushing, and when I looked up from my phone, he turned his head towards the ground, which I thought was very cute. I only wished that I'd dropped my books, or something, just to get a conversation started.

I think next time I'm going to try hold my gaze a little longer.