We met on a bus. It was a Sunday. I remember you sitting down next to me and in my mind, I rolled my eyes. I heard the chain on your jeans hit the seat. I don’t like those chains. I didn’t even look at you. I just noticed a guy who was dressed in black. You were wearing a beanie. It was you who spoke first. Hearing me trying to help another passenger figure out his route but failing, since I just recently moved here, caught your attention. You were nice. Polite. Funny. We had less than ten minutes before I had to get off. For some reason you gave me your card. You offered to show me the city. Smart move. I got off and smiled. I met a boy on the bus. He looked like a member of the Sons of Anarchy and I was carrying a huge bag from the Disney store. I guess you didn’t notice. Maybe you didn’t care. Maybe you just liked talking to a normal girl, holding a huge pizza in her hand.
All I could say and think after reading this post is, “Awwww” with a huge smile :)
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Haha, thank you. :) Unfortunately, it didn’t turn into one big fat lovestory. :D
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😣😣 Those moments when you think “If only…”
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It would’ve been too good to be true. He was such a jerk. :(
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Reading your post, didn’t really get the “jerk” vibe :D Sorry, my mistake.
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Oh no, that post only described the moment we met where he was still sweet. :D
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