A little down in the dumps.

Your footsteps echo in the empty hallway, as you step on each tile precisely.
Your legs move on their own accord, knowing each tile as it's friend.
Your arms sway a bit, as if trying to fly.
Your eyes set on your destination.
Her.
and you know that she knows.
she knows you're there.
and she knows you know.
So she smiles at you, though knowing that you'd know it isn't true.
and she parts her chapped lips,
'you came?'
with the expression that always amused you.
Smirk in tact, she laughs at you,though you know she doesn't.
her eyes challenging you to move,you do.
she remains at her spot, not moving.
You step closer; and she does move.
she shoves her hand forward,
with such force, in an awkward position.
grasped in her disoriented fingers: a package,neatly packed and cared for.
You take it.
' thanks'
she shrugs
'happy birthday'
and moves around you; she's leaving you.
panic. you move forward grab her hand.
your eyes delve into hers.
her eyes now a steely mocca, held such strength that you let her go.
You know she knows what you were going to do.
even before you did.
She turns away from you, and walks strongly down the corridor
you stare as she retreats back to her life.
With a sigh, you let out
the three most infamous words.
'I love you'
You see her stride begin to drag.
You see her slowly loosen.
but still keeps moving forward.
But you don't hear what she wants to say.
she keeps her peace and moves on.
with the words haunting her:
'I know'

you had nothing to lose.
She did.