a romantic
On the way downtown I saw from the bus window the man I think about every day of my life. On the corner, casually standing, in thought, occupied. I could see his eyelashes from a mile away.
I stared at him something fierce, willing him to look up and see me through the bus window...you will see me. you will see me this time. we are going to meet today…
of course, his phone prevented us from having a serious, most important moment. He looked down the entire time.
After the bus turned the corner, I had to take deep breaths and calm myself. Should I get off the bus? Should I run down the street and catch up to him? I wondered.
I sat there in my seat, stuck in my brain, my chest tight, heart in my stomach - and I stayed right where I was.
Barely five minutes from then I stood in front of Dressew drinking tea in big gulps, listening to the woman in the park scream at the world, and staring across the street at everyone waiting for their bus, their dinner, their lives, their forever.
It’s not like I haven’t thought about this, whether I’m crazy or delusional.
What am I, a sixteen year old stuck in the story of the romance novel she’s reading?
Ahhh, it is just that certain thing, you know?
He is someone who can change my entire day in an instant.
I wonder how long this will last?
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