Walking down the hall of the college library on a day so dry, so still.
It could make even the happiest of day seem so unusual.
For I fear my own presence of response of emotion.
Feeling half here, half present
I walk over to my desk to put up my belongings

Before I began to study I suddenly realize u left something in the car I needed.
I started to walk back to my car. I walked down two flights of stares before I get on the last floor.
I began speed walking realizing there were not as many people in the hallway as before.
Then, something hits from the side of my arm bumping me into the wall.
I looked up to only see a guy, or rather him......the most indescribable thing of a person.

I jumped back in terror of him. Not because of this awkward bump.
But it was some kind of weirdness that was engaging from him that I could not entirely explain at that moment.

"Hi, he said.
"I see you drop this."

"Are you in a hurry." He asked.

"I am, sorry. And yes I am in a hurry." I replied.

Thinking out loud.. I could not help but I never seen him around campus until today.
"I do not mean to come a little forward but you are kind of invading my personal space ." I replied.

He replied, "I did not know I was a little too close. I am sorry.''

I looked up at the time on my watch and realize I already wasted so much time already.

So I grab my keys from his hand and hurried off to my area leaving him standing alone without a thank you or goodbye.

Later, I grab groceries on my way home. I manage to get home safely through the traffic.

As I am walking in to my apartment.

I place my groceries in the fridge and began walking toward the bathroom to turn on the shower.

I walk out of the bathroom.

I began walking toward my computer and voice-mail to check for emails and messages.

There was nothing.
For everything was empty. So I enter the bathroom and slightly closed the door behind me.

While showering and washing my hair I could not help to think of the guy I met earlier.

How strange seeing him. He certainly does not look like he was around these parts of town.

Thinking out loud, "Maybe, he is an exchange student." Well, wherever he came from I sure hope whatever the feeling I have gotten for him. I sure hope that was the last time.

At the moment I could not tell...