Bussed opportunity

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It was nice sitting next to you on the bus to Halifax. You boarded in Amherst, I think: Blue and black and denim. You said you'd have to sit next to me as it was the only seat. How could I have minded?

I asked if it was still raining outside, although I had a window seat and could see for myself. We didn't say much on the drive, but I would have sat there happily all the way to Yarmouth, had we both been bound that way.

When we were leaving the bus at the terminal, you smiled and offered to let me go ahead. I grabbed my backpack from the overhead, sat down, and froze like a kid at his first middle school dance. By the time I left the bus, you were gone. I still have the weird note I scribbled as we were pulling in, but could not offer you when it counted.

Maybe we'll sit next to each other again sometime. A guy can hope!
— Never too old to act like a dork, apparently

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