Points in a line

I noticed you first alone in that place
Silently sitting with smile on your face
Then you looked at me and took a bright sight
And I smiled back and put my hand to flight.

Undoubtedly, I moved straight to you
With plans to meet the mystery of you.
You looked at me with the steps I made
Waiting and wanting to communicate.

After a short walk, I have reached your place
And began to talk with a lot of grace
And you laughed, and smiled, and replied with glee
In a way the answers were set to free.

I am starting to know you a lot
Until a bell rang and destroyed the PLOT
'Cause you stood up and told me goodbye.
And I was left alone wondering why.

And now, from then on I visit that place
Waiting and searching for your lovely face.
Because we seem to be points in a line,
Connected to form an infinite line...