Searching for the nearest vacant seat as I see you, girl with glasses wearing a black blouse and pants. Why, hello there.

I sit beside you and pretend I am busy finding my money for the fare, I can't help but notice the beauty of your simplicity. You are attractive.

Fare collector approaches me for my payment and then you spoke, telling the collector where your stop should be as you pay. Your voice tells me you're not stagy, unlike most girls. I like that.

Are you gay, too? I want to ask. But I don't want you to think I'm weird.

And, your shoes... Of course, you're not. Congratulations for living a normal life.

Well, let me stare at you for a few more minutes. I'm attracted.


You're closing your eyes. Beautiful.

You're falling asleep. It's okay, it's okay.

Has it been a rough day? Mine felt too rough.

But you look so peaceful sleeping. Or maybe, you're really dying, just like me.

Wait, your head's starting to sway. It's okay, I got you. I want to put your head on my shoulder.

You must be tired. I'm tired, too.

You're beautiful. It's not the same person.

I want to kiss you. Those lips aren't hers.

Maybe I could like you. You're a liar.

Maybe it's going to be okay. Stop trying to make yourself feel better.

I can live like this. Because the truth is, you're no good without her.

Ask her, "Do you want me to stay?" Because I want to stay, I want to stay so much.

But I've reached my stop.

Labels: Bus Rides, Emotions, Encounters, Girl, Life, Stranger