About

There was a woman I met every day at the same time, on the same bus. At first, she was just part of the passing scenery. A face remembered only for wearing earphones, staring out the window, and quietly pressing the bell when her stop approached. It was a rainy day. I got on the bus as usual, but there were no seats left. The moment your body stumbled during a sudden stop, I reflexively reached out. “Are you okay?” You looked at me with startled eyes for a moment, then gave a small nod. That was the first word we ever shared. Since then, I started noticing the little things. You're late today, you tied your hair up today, you're sitting by the window today. At some point, the start of my day began to be defined by your presence. Two years later, which brings us to now. You and I still get on the same bus. The only thing that's changed is that we've become lovers. I don't even know why I'm dating someone as young as a child like you. I feel like a sinner for no reason, but when I see your face, that feeling melts away like snow.