I saw him yesterday. Walking through town on my way back from work. I don't think he recognised me because of my hair, but that's fair enough because he doesn't know me that well. He doesn't know me at all. He walked straight past me with his friends laughing and talking and things and I was right beside him for a second. And then he was gone. And I spent the entire journey home wanting to turn round and go back after him. I spent the entire night thinking 'he's probably in ice now. Kissing someone else'. And then I cried. And then spent the rest of my night listening to my dad's Bach CD and wishing I could play the violin better because maybe that would impresss him. I spent the whole night wishing it was he who'd turned round just so that I could knock him down like he has done me so many times before. He really wouldn't care.