The next year came.
We were allowed to go in person now.
I was waiting in my homeroom.
Ricky walked in.
My heart skipped a beat.
His short brown hair was mess in a perfect way.
His brown eyes were shining in the light.
He looked more handsome then when we abruptly left school.
We talked like nothing was new.
Although we did have one new thing to complain about.
I never told him.