His name is Matt. He walks toward our table casually. I love watching him walk. He seems so faultless, like he can do no wrong. In my eyes, he is perfect. I love everything about him. He doesn�t know this. He can�t see all the things I keep locked inside. And still he walks toward me.

It�s lunchtime at Foothill High School. My two friends and I are already sitting at a table waiting for our other friends to join us. There is one empty chair across from me. Someone will sit there before long.

He needs that chair. His table is full of people and no chair is offered to him. He needs our chair. He walks toward us and my heart races. I�m not sure if he is actually walking up to me or if he will walk past us at that last moment. He does walk up to the table. He stands tall, towering over my sitting figure. He puts his hands on the chair and asks if we need it.

I should have let him have it. I should have told him to take it. I didn�t. I smiled at him and told him that we were using it. He is disappointed but walks away to find another chair. I am in shock. Did he really just ask me for that chair? I look at my friends� equally stunned faces. They nod at me, confirming that my dream came true.

Melissa walks up to me in the locker room during the next period. �I saw you talking to Matt,� she spits out. She doesn�t know that he only asked for the chair. She thinks he had an actual conversation with me. She�s jealous. And I�m ecstatic.

As quickly as he walked up and asked for that simple chair, he leaves. He�ll never know how much his simple request meant to me. He�ll never know how much I wanted him to have that chair. His name was Matt.