It was the usual morning routine. I get up on time, catch the bus to the train and make my way to work.
Usually, I’m on the train reading my book or trying to put something together on my phone. I don’t really pay much attention to the traffic that goes in and out of the train, mostly because it’s too early to care.
This day was a little different. As I turn the page to my book, I catch a glimpse of you glaring at me.
I don’t acknowledge you at first. It could be random and meaningless. I could’ve been someone you thought you knew or something of the sorts.
I look up; three stops before I get off, your still staring. But you don’t even try to hide it at this point. I love the bravery, it makes me want you right then and there however I’m a gentleman, I need to know how you’re mind works before I can use your body.
It’s the stop right before I get off. Time is not on my side, I gotta make something happen. I offered my seat to an elder woman that just got onto the train, hoping you notice my kind nature.
I see you watching. It’s so early in the morning, can you be this curious ? Is it just my mind and my ego working together to make me think I’m a factor in the worlds orbit ?
Too many questions I cannot answer.
It’s my stop ! What the fuck ?! I thought I had more time !!
I step in front of you because your standing in front of the door that separates me from my next step.
Your lips are so pretty, your eyes are so intense. We don’t break eye contact. Trying to muster up something before these doors open and doom our fate.
Nothing.
The doors open. The sadness cascade over the both of us. Lost a chance that could’ve been so much more. It’s fine, more of a fantasy than anything. But I wonder…
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ezsstx/eyes_on_the_train_mf