There he was. Right leg crossed over his left while he is busy scrolling on his phone lazily on seat number 19. I didn't know anything about him except that I was on the same bus as him. There is something that keeps dragging my interest towards him. It may be the way he sits, the way holds his phone, or even just the way he's there. I have no idea what it is but he's got my attention.
Looking at how his legs stretches out in front of him with his converse on, I can't help but see things. See things I only imagine in my mind and think of the what ifs. What if we know each other? What if we were sitting next to each other? What if we were together? Just what if my someone is the guy on seat number 19.
All these images I conjured up in my mind led me to here. To this. Everything that I've written here may well be just a result of how much I crave love. To share that comfort, peace, and warmth with your one of a kind love. What if. Just what if. Always a what if.
