The silent conversation

This is a descriptive story that I see in my mind about a guy that walks away from but he doesn't say why and I feel hurt and confused.

I am sitting on a bench with you and we are both silent while looking at each other. You got up and started walking away. As you walk away from me you're wearing those black ripped up jeans and a white shirt with your black hat on your head. I have this confused and hurt expression my face. I don't understand why you had to walk away from me and from what have been through. you're the one I want but I guess I am not the one for you...while I am sitting here feeling confused and lost I am wearing a long black poofy dress and I can see the pink and purple dye on my hair that is leftover. Please turn around and walk toward this bench so you can fix what has been already broken for too long . The past is  already  gone and the future for us is a mystery we can't predict.