I thought that I would've calmed down by now, but what happened that evening still keeps repeating itself in my head and stirring up my heart.
Her calm demeanor, her smoothness in catching my waist, the way the loose strands of her hair fluttered gently in front of her eyes that looked straight into mine. Her soft, unhurried voice, and the faint scent of perfume that wafted across the overly short distance to me.
I suck in a sharp breath and slump against the wall in the train, squeezing my eyes shut as if that will dispel the relentless visions of that person. But all I achieved, was feeling the heavy eyebags from all the tossing and turning in my bed the past few nights.
What's her name? What was she doing there? Does she work nearby? Did what happened that day trouble her? And... is she thinking about that night as much as I am?
I unconsciously let out a soft whimper at the thought and hold my textbooks closer to my face, in an attempt to hide the heat spreading across my neck and cheeks.
Hah... why do I keep wondering about someone that I had only met for a few seconds? It seems so silly...
And yet, I can't help but carry the faint hope that perhaps, I may see her again.
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