Traveling Back In Time With You In Mind

I stepped up further in line with Sandi by my side; my heart beating out of my chest. I could see him, in all his beauty.
His mid-length black hair dangling, his brown eyes going from the fans to the CDs he was signing, and that tight, blue outfit made him look oh so irresistible.
I was so scared though, just thinking of him remembering me or not, and how he might react in font of all these people shook me to the core.
It was our turn to step up and get our CDs signed. Not the exact feelings I was hoping to have at this moment. He glanced up at us and smiled lightly, then took our CDs and started signing them.
He handed Sandi's to her, she walked off. He handed mine to me, our hands touched. Electricity went throughout my whole body, and I knew that he felt it too.
His eyes locked with mine, I smiled at him slightly.
"Bye, Michael..." I whispered, "I love you." I meant that from the bottom of my heart.
"Bye..." he said. He watched me as I walked off, I could tell that he didn't recognize me.
I sighed heavily and stared down at the CD. Small tears slowly trickled down my face. I knew that my chances of being with him were so slim that they weren't even considered chances anymore.
Sandi had to leave for work, so I sat by myself on the cold bench outside the CD signing, cars and pedestrians passing by me on the busy streets of New York City as I cried my heart into my hands.
As I thought that no one undestood how I was feeling and that I was alone in this war of emotions, the sky clouded and rain poured down from above.
Everyone fled and ran for cover; I sat, staring ahead of in thought, letting the rain soak me and wash away my tears though they flowed just as fast as the rain fell.
I sat there for hours as the rain kept falling. My hair stuck to my skin and outlined my face, neck, and shoulders, my clothes clinging to my skin, my lip continuously quivering as I choked.
I heard voices and footsteps near, but I didn't make the effort to look up. I heard the water splash as footsteps approached me. I felt a hand on my shoulder as another gently lifted my chin to look at the person.
"Hey... Are you OK?" Michael asked me. I stared at him in shock, pain, confusion, and happiness.
I couldn't speak; I felt that there was a lump in my throat. But thankfully he did the talking for me.
"C'mon, you need to get inside and get some warmth. I'm not taking no for an answer either," he lifted me off the bench, took his jacket off, and wrapped it around me, holding my body close to his.
I felt my heartbeat quicken, though more tears started to form and fall down to the cold, wet ground. I choked up again, causing Michael to look at me with confusion and sympathy.
As we entered the limousine, I couldn't help but stare at the floorboard and think about my chances. I already knew he had a third child on the way even. It was clear that there was no time for me.
I could feel him staring at me, the silence was adding on to the pressure since we were the only people in the limo other than the driver, whom had his window to us shut.
I never once glanced at him, I wouldn't dare to. I knew that I would just worry him with the tears streaming down and the sorrow in my eyes.
But I also knew that I was making up excuses and telling them to myself because I was so scared of what he might think or say.
"Miss? Please, look at me," he begged softly.
I slowly lifted my head and turned to look at him; my gaze met his and I croaked again, sending me back into depression.
I just couldn't pull myself together. And it was quite embarrassing in a way.
"Please don't cry... It pains me to see someone cry," he said barely over a whisper.
I slowed my breathing a bit and tried to hold back my tears, sniffling every now and then. I closed my eyes and focused on the ahppy times we had together, the laughs, the sleepovers. The kiss.
I finally got the guts to look at him; those big, brown eyes staring into mine with curiosity. I sighed and looked out the window, watching the rain sweep off from the wind.
"Do I know you?" he asked me out of the blue, breaking the silence.
I looked at him with pained eyes, "You might have wiped me out of your memory.... After what happened..."
He furrowed his eyebrows, "What do you mean?"
"Do you mind if I tell you later? Just so I can pull myself together first, and have all the right words at the right time," I wiped a few tears away.
"Of course," he grabbed my hand; again the electricity flooded my body. By the way his eyes lit up and how he sighed let me know that he felt it again as well.
"God, I missed your touch and that feeling..." I said without thinking.
He looked at me with the most loving look and lifted his other hand, lightly caressing my cheek as he scooted closer to me.