Here I am on the crowded bus, hanging from the worn-out strap, pretending to be afraid of losing my balance.
It is raining outside and the people are running away from the soft raindrops that land on the bus window and trickle all the way down to the road. I can see the little transparent ribbons they leave behind through the misty windows.
A little girl, sitting on her mother's lap, is drawing smileys with her finger. She is so sweet and her smell is piercing my heart.
The bus stops suddenly and half the passangers in front me land on my back. I think I should fall backwards a little as a natural reaction to the weight. They apologise one by one and I smile. A young woman locks her eyes on mine and stares. I smile politely and look away. I know she is still staring but her mind will settle any dark thoughts that might have crossed her mind.
It was on this very bus that I saw her and although my mind worked hard on my dark thoughts, it didn't succeed in tearing her off my heart.
Her blue eyes and the ring of her laughter haunts me night and day. Her smell, her warmth made me feel I can find love again, after a hundred years of loneliness.
It was I that stared, it was I that couldn't tear my eyes off her slim, oval face, it was my mind that clung on her rosy cheeks and soft lips. It was I that faltered and left her walk away.
How many weeks, or it is months, years or perhaps decades...I cannot tell. Time means nothing to me. I believe in the omnipotence of persistence; it is the flame that kindles my hope of making her mine. Because she will be mine once I find her again.
One way or another.
