By Darren Weaver
She smiled at him when he sat next to her: a coy, inviting smile. A smile that acknowledged their shared status in this world. A smile that I could never coax from her. He smiled back.
A simple exchange, yet so full of meaning. Here were two people who didn’t have try, could afford to be relaxed, could simply enjoy this for what it was. He wasn’t getting nervous; she wasn’t brushing him off.
They both smiled to each other again as he stood up for his stop. My stop, too. I remained seated. I was going home with her tonight.
Ah, well…there goes another unrequited love affair. Well done!