The time I fell in love with a stranger

I am standing at the bus stop on an exceptionally warm evening in late spring. I watch the board with the arrival times on it, when my best friend snatches me from my thoughts. We’re talking about random stuff like which things we want to buy next time, what we want for our birthday and how annoying school is these days. We laugh very loudly and when we try to be serious it fails terrifically. Suddenly, her bus is there. I am still smiling when I hug her, saying goodbye. Then she hops on the bus.

Without her, it is quiet and empty here. I pull out my phone and attempt to make the time to move faster. I don’t succeed. I look around, searching for something entertaining. A newly wedded coupe drives by honking like crazy. I can tell because of the bows and all that white stuff you put on cars when you’re newly wedded. I always think it’s ridiculous.

My bus has arrived. I step forward, waiting for the doors to open. When they finally do, I go inside relieved that I made it in. At this time of the day they are always really packed with people. I debate about whether I should sit down in the only free seat, but decide not to.

That’s when I notice there is a guy standing in front of me. I ask if he wants to sit, he says no and asks if I would want to, and now I am the one who answers with a no. We both smile at each other and I don’t have the chance to say anything else because the bus starts moving, and I need to hold onto something. Not that I would have found the right words to say in this situation.

The next minutes feel like thrice the time they actually are, but in a good way. We’re both scrolling through our phones and occasionally look at each other and smile. I do not know how many times it happened, but it must’ve been a lot, because before the next stop (which is located just about five minutes away) I already thought about giving him my number.

The bus empties a lot at the next stop, and we can both move a bit forward until it is full again. I can still see him and he can still see me. We smile again. I look into those gorgeous eyes and think that I should really ask for his number, because there is a lot of chemistry between the two of us. I normally am not the type of girl who falls very easily for a guy, but this is different. I want to get lost in those beautiful eyes while being in his arms for evermore. I suddenly want nothing more than being his. It feels like a fairytale come to live, and I don’t know what to think of that. When I saw him standing there waiting for the bus, I couldn’t have imagined the way it would go. I am helpless. I have no idea how this will end. And I don’t want this to end. My thoughts are running in a circle like it is a race.

The station where I need to go to comes up. I want to stay and wait for him to leave the bus so I can go with him, but I know that I will have a very angry parent if I don’t come home soon. So I exit the bus hoping, through a miracle, you would also exit too. But you don’t. I look bad, everything in me begging me not to leave. You smile at me one last time. Then the bus is gone. I just know we’ll meet again. Because this is FATE.