"It's never going to be that simple."

I fell in love today.
Let's start at the beginning.
On Sunday my comrade, Danita, asked me if I would like to join her this Wednesday evening in feeding the missionaries. I agreed. So today I got into my car to drive to Danita's. On my way through OSU campus I noticed a variable influx of student population from the previous 3 week winter vacation ghost town. I pulled up at a stop light and there he was:
First, I noticed his face. He was wearing glasses that made him look charmingly nerdy. He had stunning features. Dark brown hair cut very spruce, and blue eyes I noticed from my car parked a few feet away.
Next, I checked out his attire. He was wearing a heavy tan, corduroy jacket and a perfectly fitting pair of expertly faded denim jeans. His footwear was a little less sensible for the 12 degree weather, but the fashionable slip-ons from Urban Outfitters worked for him.
He had a book bag. Obviously he was a student at OSU. I would wager he was about 23.
I considered rolling my window down and calling out to my fair-featured beau, but he had an IPOD firmly supplanted in his ears (probably listening to Ben Folds or Weezer...something cool like that).
The crosswalk beamed the walk signal across the street, and to my dismay Alex (this is what I decided his name was) began to walk. Time stood still. I tried to decide if it was worth it to drive through the red light consequently maiming him, and then in an act of unbridled heroism rushing to his injured side and offering a ride to the hospital. "It's the least I can do."
It could've been an epic love story.
But my 3 minute love saga came to an end as he reached the other side of the street and walked out of my life forever.
Where are you now Crosswalk Lover? Why must our love be forbidden? Will I ever see you again?