The sound of the metro. Enlighted by the white lamps of the train and darkened by my poor memory. Kids running around with the rythm of the train. Their screams, other people talking, whispering. I'm standing in the beginning of a row. You are standing at the end of the row beside me. The seats are face to face. I'm waiting to get to my station: home.
Before getting in the wagon, I had seen you with an old man - probably your old man; as I was with my mother. We got in. After 5 minutes, I saw you. You were standing and looking at your father, sitting. Exactly as I was doing. Our eyes met. I'm not gonna lie: I got a little shy and excited at the same time.
You looked so beautiful, I mean I know my hormons be taking over here but... :) You were tall, dark brown stylish hair, all dressed in black (YES!) and a pair of white and black shoes (hello! My style!).
Anyway. Then I looked at you, you looked at me, we took turns. I was shy and bold at the same time. I felt like I had the right- now that I was 18- to kinda flirt with you. (Although we all know that me flirting is like looking at someone insistingly at someone attractive until they look back and then turn my head because why make it logical right?)
Then, your father had to get off the wagon before you. He went to the doors and waited for them to open but he had turned the wrong way. As I was observing (creep), I couldn't stop myself from laughing a little. You came and turned him around which made you come closer to me. I wanted to smile at you and make a connection like in the movies but it was freaking hard.
You kept on smiling and looking vaguely at me. You looked at me again! I shortly looked back to be sure but you were staring at me. You kept on looking for a whole minute and there I was, looking at everything around you but not being able to contemplate you.
I was sad when we had to leave although it was a small victory for me to learn that you got off at the same station.
"More chances for me to see you again" I thought.
I still think about you.
Who are you, beautiful stranger? Where are you?