The sky was struggling to find light when I arrived at his dorm. In my right hand was a java frap as he told me to bring, in my heart a weary pounding of anticipation.
We talked... or better yet, I talked. No. I pleaded.
And then I cried, unmindful of the slowly awakening morning, unmindful of the watchful eyes that saw mine well up.
We moved to the oval as joggers and families bustled into the place. Again, I teared up while all he did was... stare.
And just as the heaven's planned, I was a joke to him and an amusement to all.
I stood up, crumpled my jacket and walked away... hitting every lamp post as I took in the stares of a morning I shall remember.
Yes friend, I did cry in public... more than you know, more than I try to forget.