Gilbert1 said:
The bus story in there is written beutifully. I rcomend everyone to read it
TEH BUS STORY
What about romance???
At the age of 21, I kept seeing this beautiful girl on the way to work each morning(the 144 from St Leonards to Manly.) Sometimes I grinned stupidly, and she grinned back,her dark sparkly eyes glinting even from a distance.One day I waved at her as she got off the bus before me, and she waved back. But I could never quite cross the line to talk. Dunno why, just couldn't.Her beauty froze me. This process went on for an excruciatingly long time it seemed, but in retrospect it was only a couple of months.Anyway,one day I could stand it no more. One night I sat up late and I made a card to give her. It was a black card, and I invested in a gold ink glitter pen for that extra special touch.In my best cursive, I wrote-"Hello I love you" on the front, and then on the inside"Won't you tell me your name". Yes, I was listening to a lot of Doors at the time.Thank god I didn't write"I am the Lizard king, I can do anything"!!!
Anyway, my heart beat so strongly that morning, and I felt red in the face all the way on the train to St Leonards. I waited in my usual spot at the bus stop, but ahe didn't appear at the normal time. I waoited, making myself late,not caring. Hell my, head chef knoew about her, and she was sympathetic to the heart in mouth cause.
She did arrive, 20 minutes late, but still lookijng like an angel in the morning sun. I smiled , she smiled back, and we got on the bus.Sat in separate seats. My heart was racing uncontollably now,nd I mwas sure others on the bus could hear mmy heart thumping.Her stop approached, and I had to take the chance.I walked up the aisle,staggering with the movement of the bus, and almost fell on her when I got to the seat. I stood in front of her, and handed her the card, blurting "I made this for you, have great day ok?', and I returned to my seat, all eyes of the bus upon me.
I watched her open it, and her stop approached. She read it, and put it away, not looking at me. My heart sank.
the bus lurched to a stop, and she stood to get out. She headed for the back door, as usual, stood holding the door bar, looked me in the eyes and said"It's S----, see you tomorrow ok?And hey, what's your name?". I coughed my answer, she smiled a beatific smile and got off the bus,flicking her long dark hair and turning again to smile and give a small wave.I waved and smiled back.And the old lady in front of me turned to smileand say"It's not even valentines day!" I even made her happy.
I floated the rest of the way to work.And yes, we eventually ended up together for 3 great years.Yes it ended, but not before we both learnt a lot about love and life.
So, never give up on romance.Even in this cynical age.If it is heartfelt, it may work for you.
nah not really. didn't like it, am i cynical
