You never even said hello. But you knew, from the moment the
steel blue eyes found yours and he smiled, he was the one. The wrinkles at the
corners of his eyes set your heart asunder, and his wide smile felt like a
dream. You swore, from the moment he slid into the seat opposite yours on the
10:15, you’d never love another man as much as him.
It’s raining when he boards, a hood pulled up over his head.
You were watching the drizzle run down the windows, feeling especially somber
as the moonlight tried to peer through the overhead clouds.
He sat with his back to the window, one leg propped up and
the other foot planted on the bottom of the bus. He pushed the hood back and his
long, dark hair hung over his forehead. A stubble licks his square jaw and sharp cheekbones, and he instantly takes your breath away.
You nearly toppled over, not paying
attention, as the bus lurched forward and grabbed your bag just in time to stop
it from rolling out of the seat and onto the floor. The embarrassment flushed
your cheeks as a few things toppled out of the open zipper.
A tube of lipstick rolled across the floor and you mentally
cursed as it went beneath his seat. His eyes flickered to it and he bent to the
side, scooping it up in his fingers and flashing you that smile. He reads the label, grin spreading, and scoots to the
end of the seat to hand it to you. You smile back at him and reach, your
fingertips brushing his as you accept it. There’s lightning in your veins and a
thunder in your chest even as he sits back into the seat, turning the page of
You turn the lipstick tube over and your stomach jumps when
you read the label: “Love at First Sight.” You jam it into your purse and stare
back at the window, watching the stranger’s reflection. He looks down at the
book, but it’s almost as though he can’t focus, because he keeps glancing up at
you. You think about saying something to him: your name, maybe. But you don’t,
because you’re nervous and he’s beautiful.
You’re the only two on the bus after the next stop, and you’ve
never felt so intimate before. Sitting at the back of the bus, a stranger
across from you and there’s a static in the air that burns your skin. It felt
like making love, and you chew on your thumb and chance another look at this
perfect man. His lips are pursed and you think, maybe you could kiss him. He
would taste like the rain and like peppermint and danger. He shifts in his
chair, fully aware that you’re looking at him and you tear your eyes away when
he straightens out his leg. His shoe is almost touching your seat and you
shiver, stopping yourself from wrapping your hand around his ankle.
He was gorgeous, that much was true. But there was something
about the way his fingers slid along the pages of his book, or the way his
tongue ran between his lips, that made you feel like you’d been hit by a truck.
There was more than physical attraction; it was something in your bones,
something deep seated that you couldn’t explain.
The rain started coming down as lightning streaked across
the sky, painting it with gold and purple ribbons. The streets were slick and
dark, dotted by streetlights like fluorescent stars. The lights of the bus
hummed and you counted the spaces between rolls of thunder. The man across from
you put his feet back down on the floor of the bus, his sneakers squeaking. He
was a restless as your mind, and you tried to think of something to say to him.
Something that wouldn’t make you look stupid or desperate or crazy, but the
only things you could think of were too cheesy, too “Where have you been all my
The man closes his book and tugs on the sleeves of his coat
and scoots away from the window, closer to the aisle and closer to you. You’re
already at the edge by now and his knee almost touches yours for the faintest
moment, but then he stands up and tugs the hood over his head, making his way
to the front of the bus as it slows down. The bus slows to a stop you wish time
would do the same. The driver opens the door, letting in the noise of the rain
pattering on the sidewalk outside.
You can’t help it. You stand up and for a moment, you think
about getting off. But your feet are glued to the floor and you watch him
descend the stairs and the door closes with a creak. Now all you hear is the
distant thunder and your heartbeat. You sink back into the seat and melt into
your window, watching the rain drip down the pane of glass.
A shadow outside your window spills across a nearby building
and, though it’s too dark to tell, you know it’s him. You never said hello, but
you feel you know him like you know yourself. He walks under a streetlamp as
the bus begins to pull away and the eagerness overwhelms you.
He pauses, barely still in the light, turning to look back
at the bus. His eyes are dark, but you know he’s looking right into your window
at you. You almost yell at the driver to stop, to let you off and let fate have
its way with you. That’s the man of your dreams, your destiny-
But then he turns his back and disappears into the dark. He didn’t
even say goodbye.
casually eating a double chocolate muffin because i’m feeling quite peckish. 😂 i cooked my own dinner earlier but oddly enough it wasn’t nice. (truth : i can cook and it always turns out okay-ish cause i just cook ‘basic’ foods and like fried foods are my favorite) HAHAHA. why am i even posting this