Saturday, January 31, 2015
I had an impression the night before, that something would happen on the bus..
So I rode the bus with nothing but exhaust smells, crowded seats, and avoided eye contact.
My day proceeded.
Time to go home.
I get on the bus. I sit down...and then I turn my head.
It can't be.
That boy who had encompassed so many of my thoughts and emotions so long ago.
The boy I never thought I'd see again.
So we talk.
It's too good to be true.
He gets off with me.
I'm elated and smiley.
He seems happy and I tell him so.
We exchange numbers, one "nice to see you text", and then....
I'll go back to riding the bus...always remembering the day it all flooded in front of me.
And how I wish it didn't have to end.
All on the bus.